A rabbit appears as curious about me as I, it.
For many rural, lake-going folks, loons are one of the most anticipated calls of the warm seasons, with a haunting but euphoric night-time song.
Round Pond, Livermore, Maine.
A mother duck escorts her children through the marshes and its' strong currents.
A lone sandpiper surveys its' surroundings.
Popham Beach, Phippsburg, Maine.
The crystal clear waters of a small fall near the base of Mt. Katahdin.
Clouds slide up the slopes of Mt. Katahdin.
The view from Mt. Katahdin's summit.
Not actually a volcano, but the clouds stirred on these slopes for hours, creating the illusion of something more.
Mt. Katahdin, Maine.
Clouds over Bradbury Mountain, a common stomping ground for many southern and northern Mainers for its' unobstructed southeast view.
Long exposure of clouds passing over the peak of Tumbledown Mountain.
Much to my delight the weather was widely unpredictable that day.
When beginning my climb I experienced temps in the mid 80's with relatively still winds. By the time I reached this position temps were in the low 70's with some strong winds, at summit temps were in the 50's with gale-force winds and stinging sleet.
Near summit at Tumbledown Mountain, the sun began casting beams of light into the valleys.
Spring Sprang a Leak
Waters are raging in much of Maine this spring.
Cascade Falls, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
Spring Sprang in B&W
The sun explodes through the windows - or lack thereof, of the roofless Goddard Mansion in Fort Williams Park. Cape Elizabeth, Maine.
The park trail in Fort Williams Park lined by Black-Eyed Susans. Cape Elizabeth, Maine.
A summer storm passes over the mountain ranges and valleys in Weld, Maine.