Down On The Boardwalk
As a photographer, who especially loves the outdoors, each adventure I go on is wonderful and captivating. I find a new "favorite" spot with every step
and I would be hard pressed to say which location I treasure the most. And so it was when our daughter introduced me to a beautiful coastal beach
just a 20 minute ride from our home.
It is nestled between a large and majestic inn and the breakwater of Pine Point Scarborough, Maine. It is where on any given early summer morning,
one can see the lobster boats make their way through the channel into deeper water to check on their daily catch. Scattered though out the beach are
fishermen casting their lines along with buckets which dot the sand at low ebb while bait while bait gets raked and dug to fill them.
There is a part of the beach that is home to the locals as well as a small number of tourists. Beyond the umbrellas, coolers and chairs, and just past
the rocks, sits a quiet section less ventured by most people. It is here where the birds fly into and over the water or along the gentle waves breaking
along the shore. Overhead, at low tide an egret, the great heron, the little heron, and the ibis make their way to join a party of seagulls for a hardy
meal of saltwater delight. An occasional osprey darts nearby.
Three miles off the coast sits an island that is home to breeding birds. The beach is rich with the islands overflow of flapping sounds, nests, and
varieties of winged creatures. Blended into the sand are piping plovers, an endangered puff of tiny beige with little orange legs. The tern flies over the
water with its shrill cry. The male returns to the beach with bits of dinner for its mate, swooping quickly and gracefully. Sitting in a colony where
the whitecap breaks and rolls to the bank are a dozen or more Bonapartes preening their feathers. The eider swims by with her ducklings and looks back over her shoulder.
And I just sit and smile...
and I would be hard pressed to say which location I treasure the most. And so it was when our daughter introduced me to a beautiful coastal beach
just a 20 minute ride from our home.
It is nestled between a large and majestic inn and the breakwater of Pine Point Scarborough, Maine. It is where on any given early summer morning,
one can see the lobster boats make their way through the channel into deeper water to check on their daily catch. Scattered though out the beach are
fishermen casting their lines along with buckets which dot the sand at low ebb while bait while bait gets raked and dug to fill them.
There is a part of the beach that is home to the locals as well as a small number of tourists. Beyond the umbrellas, coolers and chairs, and just past
the rocks, sits a quiet section less ventured by most people. It is here where the birds fly into and over the water or along the gentle waves breaking
along the shore. Overhead, at low tide an egret, the great heron, the little heron, and the ibis make their way to join a party of seagulls for a hardy
meal of saltwater delight. An occasional osprey darts nearby.
Three miles off the coast sits an island that is home to breeding birds. The beach is rich with the islands overflow of flapping sounds, nests, and
varieties of winged creatures. Blended into the sand are piping plovers, an endangered puff of tiny beige with little orange legs. The tern flies over the
water with its shrill cry. The male returns to the beach with bits of dinner for its mate, swooping quickly and gracefully. Sitting in a colony where
the whitecap breaks and rolls to the bank are a dozen or more Bonapartes preening their feathers. The eider swims by with her ducklings and looks back over her shoulder.
And I just sit and smile...
Mixed slideshow (1) Piping Plovers (2)