My beloved Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's house in downtown Portland
A rare quiet moment with all the surfers bobbing patiently waiting for the waves to come back
A clam perhaps? Sending messages from the deep…
The HIggins Beach Inn, a few doors down from us. My mother stayed there in the 1930s with her parents…she said it rained every day until the day they left.
The glories of low tide.
nice photos, Cynthia!
Love the pictures! And, love Portland and Longfellow’s house!! Thanks for posting. We are on count down for Maine.