Better Late Than Never . . .

Last week my blogmates posted gorgeous photographs of their winter worlds. I tried to add a few of my own, but thanks to the vagaries of WordPress (a blog post all its own) they disappeared into the ether.

I was disappointed, because I had a bunch of good ones to share. Then I realized today’s post was coming right up. Better late than never, as my Mom used to say. (She was prone to tardiness, and always said that in a self-forgiving tone, also a whole ‘nother blog post.)

If you follow this blog on a regular basis you know that Diane and I are inveterate beach walkers, and it will be no surprise that the images that follow are from Maine beaches, most taken this year, but a few from past years. Enjoy!

A few of the hundreds (thousands?) of quahogs that washed up on Pine Point Beach after a storm in early December.

Lost glove.

You have Popham Beach pretty much to yourself in the winter.

The wind howls at Ferry Beach in Scarborough

Stove-up traps, waiting for their owner to come fetch them off Scarborough Beach

The winter marsh holds its mysteries close.

Sea and sky shimmer late on a December afternoon.

A sunset looking across Allen Cove in Brooklin toward Mount Desert Island.

Me, in my happy place, wishing you a wonderful 2021.

Happy New Year to my blogmates, and to all readers and friends of the blog!

Brenda Buchanan brings years of experience as a journalist and a lawyer to her crime fiction. She has published three books featuring Joe Gale, a newspaper reporter who covers the crime and courts beat. She is now hard at work on new projects. FMI, go to http://brendabuchananwrites.com