Returning from our most recent trip to Acadia in Maine, I was reflecting on its many Autumn moods.
On a clear crisp morning walk you can feel the shoulder dropping comfort of the sun on your back and your nose delights in powerful pine perfume. And on that same day, in the late afternoon, you can shiver with the chill in your bones from the damp ocean spray, and your nose drips. That permeating misty cold that inevitably targets you as it wafts up from the crashing waves to your lookout spot. Right now, looking at this image above from Otter Point, I’m reliving my tingling toes and fingers waiting to click the right wave at Otter Point, wishing I’d worn the wool turtleneck or down vest.
But it’s more than the temperature range that adds to the moods of this park. It’s the amazing riotous display of fall color, contrasted with the menacing approach of storm clouds. Or the jumble of sun coated sailboats in the harbor on one morning. And a multitude of barely discernible masts shrouded in fog the next.
Maybe most of Acadia’s moodiness for me this trip was the magical reflecting quality of the light off the water. In one series of pictures, I got a little carried away by changing the perspective of pines and birches on the not quite still surfaces at Beaver Pond. And by fiddling with the camera controls. Apparently though, I didn’t invent anything since I subsequently found there is a school devoted to Photographic Impressionism.
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