Being at the right time and place with a camera is usually not my forte, but today was an exception.
Our lonely Maine bouy bell seemed like the perfect focus of attention, surrounded by thriving grape vines vying for attention.
A delay of a minute or two and this warm, midmorning color ambience, at this particular detent in time, would have been shuffled into an underwhelming cast that wouldn't have caught anyone's eye.
Click here to listen to the sound our Bar Harbor bouy bell makes when nudged by a stiff ridge breeze.
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