Maine winter wonderland

A dusting of snow creates a magical scene in the village.

As autumn loosens its grip on Maine in mid-December, the landscape changes from brown to black and white, and back again. Soon the bitter cold will come and with it a permanent white blanket. After several days of cold rain, today brought a lovely dusting of snow to the coastline and village.

A one hour excursion took me not far at all: everywhere I turned, the scenery was being transformed into a lovely snow-laden wonderland. Not long after these photos were taken, the temperature rose and completely melted the crystalline coating. Captured by my camera are the images on this page. There will surely be more to come.

All photos by the author. All rights reserved © 2014. It is illegal to use any of the images without permission.

The snow accentuates the textures and form of the woods.

A still pond reflects the surrounding woods.

A beautiful serpentine tree is made even more striking by snow.

Why this tree is not straight like all the others is a mystery.

Shallow root systems on this granite peninsula create interesting patterns, especially when enhanced by the powdery snow.

Truly a winter wonderland. This scene is in the back yard.

Even the ground cover is more beautiful with snow.

Boughs sag under the weight of the fresh snow.

Walking the short loop around the cottage, each snapshot (above and following) of the snowy woods was more beautiful than the last. I could have stayed out all day.

The lane can be seen through the trees in the back yard. So fortunate to be in this enchanting, quiet refuge.

An old lane gate near the cottage.

A dozen large rhododendron bushes surround and nearly hide the cottage. Even in winter they are beautiful!

When the daylight hours are short, and the stove roars to dispel the cold that seeps into the cottage, the beauty of a snowfall in the woods can brighten spirits. 

There will be many more snowfalls this season. More photos will be added as I capture the images on a walk among the tall pines.

Winter in Maine

It has been some years since I have been back in Maine during the winter. School break during the summer months were the best time to go, and truthfully, a very pleasant way to spend time in the gorgeous surroundings of the most northeastern state. This time it was necessary to go in January, when most shops along the tourist coast are closed, the coastal villages slow their pace, and snow birds head south.

As a photographer, I have always known, at least for myself, that there is no "bad" time to venture out to capture images in nature or of people going about their business. It is a challenge at times, but my resolve and patience are usually rewarded with beautiful images to share, despite the predictable discomfort. Maine has an advantage, of course: its rugged coastline and thick forested mountains are stunning at all times of the year.

I set out on photo safaris during the second week in January and came away with the following scenes etched into the digital innards of my new Nikon (I hadn't bought a new camera in 40 years). Here they are. (All images are by the author, all rights reserved. Do not use without permission).

An apple tree sleeps in the foggy snow of South Blue Hill

View of Blue Hill Bay

Woods on Parker Point Road, Blue Hill. During the winter, the snow melts and evaporates into the cold air, producing fog.

Early morning fog, Blue Hill

On dreary, overcast days, it is not always possible to get a pleasing shot. But by using time exposure in this case, it turns a drab scene into an interesting one. I like time exposures, as they show us what happens, even though we cannot see it. Reversing Falls, South Blue Hill.

This cemetery is across the road from the school in Brooklin where I once worked. However, I never noticed this very Hitchcockian tree until this time as I was driving by. Perhaps it was the nature of the type of day that caused me to see it. I took several shots of the scene, and this was the only one whose image was not blurred by raindrops. I didn't know until I worked on them. How lucky I was to salvage one!

The sides of this building have been weathered by repeated harsh winters and sunny summers. It looks out over Eggemoggin Reach between Brooklin and Deer Isle.

Mount Desert Island and Acadia National Park from U.S. Highway 1 in Sullivan

Iconic scene of Stonington on Deer Isle. Bustling with tourists during the summer, it is very quiet in winter. Yet lobstermen go out on the ice-cold North Atlantic to haul lobster from great depths, 400 feet or more.

Stonington lobster pound. This young lobsterman explained that only nine boats were bringing in lobster, compared to hundreds during the summer. Lobster move way offshore in winter and lobstermen spend 30 straight hours once they get to the traps, about a two hour trip from Stonington. Lobster are then sold to pounds at the pier, and may be kept in salt water tanks until demand drives up prices.

A Buddha sculpture sits through another winter, layers of paint peeling each successive year, giving it an abstract look. Note the moss growing in the upturned palms. Milbridge, Washington County, U.S. Highway 1.

Pine needles captured in ice at McClellan town park in Milbridge.

Crashing surf at McClelland Park, Milbridge. This stunning piece of land is a well-kept secret 4 miles off Highway 1. The geography is similar to Acadia National Park, but I have never seen more than four or five people here, even in summer. There were none this day.

The pounding surf smashed large underwater boulders together, creating a crash that sounded like thunder on this brilliant winter day; A magical experience.

Typical New England church, bright against a darkening sky near sunset. Milbridge, U.S. HIghway 1.

Milbridge from U.S. HIghway 1.

No, not Sasquatch. One must dress for the weather.

I love Maine. Everyone who ventures here is captivated. Even in winter, I might add!