It being a gorgeous Spring(!) day, I absolutely couldn’t stand to hang around the house, so I headed out to Cape, and to Two Lights. I tend to avoid the park in the summer, because it’s fairly small, and often packed, but as you can see from the empty benches above, it was next to empty today, even in all the glorious sun.
There is no beach at this park. Like most of the coast of Maine, it’s rocky headland. What I can’t convey in pictures is the sense of movement you get along this kind of coast. There’s always pounding surf. It’s much louder than the rush of the waves along a beach, and you can hear it easily even once you move away from the coast, and walk into the woods.
And finally, I was absolutely in love with the remains of this tree. I’m not sure if it was injured during a winter storm, or just finally came to the end of its life, but they hadn’t carted away the remains yet, and it was spread out as a two dimensional representation of how it stood in life. It was a oddly poignant sight to come across.