Seeing Differently


In the 23 years we’ve been coming to Maine, this is the earliest we’ve arrived and what a difference.  Snow is melted. Ice is gone from the harbor. Temperatures have risen to the 40’s.  Spring, however, still seems weeks away.

Maine/Rockport HarborIn the yard trees are bare.

IMG_4375Gardens are brown with no hint of the color that is to come.

IMG_4376Their green leaves may have found their way through the cold ground, but tulip blooms are hidden inside.

IMG_4371That I can see, only one lone flower is bravely showing its color.

dirt roadThe dirt road where I walk is not yet open to traffic.  Quite honestly, I wish that were the case all year as it is more peaceful to say nothing of being safer when there are no vehicles on a road heavily used by walkers and bikers.

Rockport HarborRocks where we have summer picnics and often crowded with painters capturing the beauty of the harbor are bare.

IMG_4378Here and there snow melt is rushing to the sea, 

IMG_4381and for the first time I see the beginning of what will become bushy large leafed plants.  I would never have guessed this lovely would be the source of their birth.

StoneledgeReturning from a walk I see our house through the woods, a sight that in a few weeks will disappear.

Rockport HarborOn the harbor, quiet occasionally is interrupted by a lobster boat returning from setting traps and for now paying no attention to the 5 MPH speed limit.

Rockport HarborDocks float languidly waiting to be secured where property owners are lucky enough to have a pier.

Rockport HarborIn preparation for the more than 200 boats that will soon fill the harbor, the harbor master, a most capable female, locates the buoys that will secure the vessels.

eagleAs I sit looking out and thinking of and appreciating the differences I’m noting, look who stops by for a visit. Moments like this are just one of the many things that make life here so different than in Houston.  Without the contrasts, I don’t know that my eyes would be so open in both places.

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19 thoughts on “Seeing Differently

  1. Love your last photo of the hawk (???? Can’t find my book to I.D. the bird, think I loaned it to someone.). The twists and turns of the limb with the background of the water in the harbor looks like something you would see in National Geographic…absolutely awesome photography!!!!!

  2. I agree Lulu, having 2 homes, really makes you appreciate the differences, and is so refreshing to the soul. Your contrast is about as dramatic as it gets between Houston and Maine, but I still can relate…my contrasts are more city vs vacation style life and it’s funny how if I arrive in my “city” clothes at the beach how uncomfortable I immediately feel! Love those harbor photos~
    Jenna

  3. Amazing the slowness of nature to wake up in Maine – your photographs Lulu are a delightful series to thoroughly enjoy. My husband just had a conversation with a company up in Thomaston (spelt wrong), the town along the shore (with the big jail by the road). We do miss the area.

  4. Absolutely beautiful captures of springs approach. It must be something truly wondrous to experience such dramatic changes! Thank you for sharing spring’s approach with such an artist and soulful eye!

  5. Yes seems like your two places are truly a juxtaposition of wonderful places loving each one for their own beauty. Loved seeing these photographs. Yes I agree that it would be wonderful having that trail closed to traffic all the time!! Enjoy!!

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