Henri notices the gulls all sit around waiting for hand outs. Me, I think they are pretty. But especially so in the sun, when I notice the softly blowing breeze rearranging their feathers.
One of the Porcupine Islands seen along Bar Harbor's 100 year old Shore Path.
My camera plays peek-a-boo with the island behind an old dead birch.
Batting her lashes.
The ticket office at the Bar Harbor Inn Pier is closed for the season.
Today snow is falling and the temperature will drop back into the teens later this week, which makes me happy that I picked up this small bouquet of tea roses for our mantel.
As much as I enjoy the beauty of winter, there is something uplifting about having a pretty burst of color right in the middle of it too.