Sometimes while we're out walking, I remember to capture a shot of what may be an unusual sight in other parts of the country.
Part of someone's morning commute. Because it's not like you can just walk around to clear off the other side.
And then, imagine going to such great lengths only to remember it's a Sunday, or that you forgot your keys. Yeah, that would not be fun. As I watched him head back to shore just moments later, those are the thoughts that crossed my mind though.
As I stood on shore watching and snapping pictures, I couldn't help but imagine that not much in the scene I was gazing out on had really changed in the past 100 years or so. Except for maybe the bench, of course.
The scene is Sorrento's Village Green, looking across Frenchman's Bay toward the mountains of Acadia National Park. A place that I'm lucky to be able to visit every day.
I even found a lovely piece of sea glass along the shore right there today. Often, whenever I find a piece of sea glass, it makes me wonder how it came to be mine. This particular one, deposited right here at my feet, completely smoothed and hydrated from a 50+ year journey that perhaps began as a bottle of 7up.
And of course, it's always the bright colors that catch my eye. Especially in winter.