Ocean Drive in January
Many people have asked me WHY I chose to move to Maine at the beginning of winter (this was after they asked me why I was moving to Maine at all). Well, for one thing it just worked out that way with the sale of my home. For another, I wanted to experience all of the four seasons of Acadia. The following picture speaks for itself: (click to view full size)
I woke to a steady snow this morning. I resigned myself to a cloudy day spent reading, and internet browsing. Much to my surprise and delight, around 10:00 a.m. I saw the first signs of blue sky out my window. I set my book aside, packed a lunch, cleaned off my car, grabbed my camera, and by 11:00 a.m. I was headed out of town. The roads were still snow packed, but the sun was bright and the temperature was rising. I had a sense that “this” was what I had been waiting for (photography wise).
While the colors of Acadia are always striking on a clear day, the brilliance of today was memorable. The white of the snow, bare birch trees and the breakers; the blue of sky and the water, and the green of the pine trees peaking through the snow, combined with the bright sunshine was truly breathtaking. I wish that blogs has “sensorama”, because the smell of the day was equally unparalleled. If I could bottle that combination of pine, fresh snow, and salt spray I would be a millionaire. I certainly felt rich as I walked along the shore line and took in the magnificent scenery.
Even “Thunder Hole” was alive today. “Thunder Hole” is a location along Ocean Drive that with the right combination of tide and surf, a very loud booming “thunder” like noise occurs and the splash consumes a large chunk of real estate. Frankly, this rarely happens. It wasn’t exactly “thundering” today, but it was at least having a good “rumble”.
I am getting spoiled, I realize, having this place to myself (yesterday, I spent an hour at Sand Beach and did not see one other person). I had to chuckle when I caught myself thinking it was getting “busy” today, when I counted all of eight other vehicles during my two hours in the park. Come “high season” in July and August, there will be more than a million people enjoying Acadia.
But today, it was (almost) all mine. A fellow photographer and park enthusiast that I met along the road today made the comment: “I have been here sixteen years, and the first real snowfall is always magical”. Magical indeed. I could not agree more.