Well Written Wednesdays: now you hear a million splashes

"Out on the islands that poke their rocky shores above the waters of Penobscot Bay, you can watch the time of the world go by, minute to minute, hour to hour, day to day, season to season.

"You can watch a cloud peep over the Camden Hills, thirty miles away across the bay--see it slowly grow and grow as it comes nearer and nearer; see it darken the hills with its shadow; and then, see it darken, one after the other, Islesboro, Western Island, Pond Island, Hog Island, Spectacle Island, Two Bush Island--darken all the islands in between, until you, on your island, are standing in the shadow, watching the rain begin to spill down way across the bay.

"The rain comes closer and closer. Now you hear a million splashes. Now you even see the drops on the water . . . on the age-old rocky point . . . on the bayberry . . . on the grass . . . Now take a breath--it's raining on you!"

-from Time of Wonder by Robert McCloskey


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{image credit: J Holcomb}

Our vacation to Maine last week was lovely as usual. On the jagged coast, on the moss-carpeted trail, on the shore of Jordan Pond as beavers build a lodge, on the peak of Cadillac Mountain as the sunrise pushes its glow above the horizon--there is always a time of wonder.

This photograph depicts the Winter Harbor lighthouse on the Schoodic Peninsula. The house we rented this year was located close to Schoodic Point, which we all enjoyed very much. Big rocks, and the ability to climb them, tend to be a highlight of our vacations, and it's even better when those rocks are getting smacked by waves at random intervals.