A Quiet, Magestic Day

Today, it’s raining and 65. It’s a quiet day, a day for reading and clam chowder. A trip into town is in the works to pick up some odds and ends, perhaps another book, since I’m about finished Anthony Horowitz’ The Sentence Is Death. A game or two of Rummikub will be played. Naps will be taken. Maybe dinner out. Usually, Lucy gets unsettled by the rain. This morning not so much...

What follows are some pictures we have taken over the past couple of slower days, which gave us a chance to revisit some of our favorite spots:

A schooner on Penobscot Bay

Camden, from the top of Mount Battie

Lucy, unimpressed with the view

Perhaps the loveliest picnic spot in all of America

Pam swinging on her favorite swings at Camden Hills State Park

I am the only one in this photograph without a small mouth 

My faithful fishing buddy

Lucy protecting Mom from the dangerous approach of four Canadian Geese

Lucy inspecting her catch

Dinner

Yes...another sunset

And now as Pam paddles back from another sunset trip on the lake, the loons begin to call out. I have no picture of the sound. You’ll have to close your eyes and imagine it for yourself.