Out of Reception: Oregon In Maine
/Reluctantly, the snow and ice receded, exposing dead grass and last fall's leaves. Occasionally, wet flurries peppered the recovering landscape but never had the wherewithal to stay until the next day. I pulled shorts from the depths of my dresser for the first time in five months and braved the lower 40's with the same boldness as a 13 year old trying his first beer. Normally this pioneer spirit comes in the first week of April, not the last week of February.
Over the last few weeks, the surprise of a few unseasonably warm days gained momentum, ushering in spring in a fashion more resembling March in Oregon than Maine. Unfazed by the rain and threat of flooding, I ventured into the freshly exposed Maine countryside with the kind of excitement only found in springtime carrying my Iphone 3GS.
Sunset at Popham State Park, outside of Bath.
A coastal inlet in Reid State Park.
A hazy day at Popham Beach.
Marshland near Phippsburg.
A failed winters storm's lingering waves.
Rocks at Owl's Head State Park.
Milk glasses in an antique store.
Heading north in Phippsburg.