The locals, or “Mainers,” as they are called, say they have a true four seasons here in this magical state. As of now, I can positively conclude that I have experienced the Maine Spring season. Rain, followed by rain, that brings a bit more rain. But not in a bad way! The rain seems to come straight down and gives sort of a calming effect. It usually breaks for a decent amount of time in the middle of the day to allow me to get a run in and take some moody photos. Back home (Joplin, MO) I would joke that there were only two seasons, hot and cold. The hot was oppressive and void of breeze, while the cold was bitter with a devilish wind.
If you follow my blog at all you will notice the last few images have a classic Spring feel. I hope these convey a similar mood. The temperature is not cold, but it’s not hot, there is really no wind to speak of, and there is a distant fog horn that bellows without rhythm. The rocks that form the Spring Point pier are boulders spanning 6 feet long, four feet wide, and descend into black ocean. The tide is in a middle state, neither coming nor going, it is still, but not calm. Boats only appear when you squint then disappear so quickly you question if they are there.