A portrait of coastal Maine - balsam fir pine needles and oceanic Atlantic fog tinged with seaweed, bay leaves, saltwater, and charred driftwood.
"The river is within us, the sea is all about us; The sea is the land's edge also, the granite, Into which it reaches, the beaches where it tosses Its hints of earlier and other creation: The starfish, the horseshoe crab, the whale's backbone; The pools where it offers to our curiosity The more delicate algae and the sea anemone. It tosses up our losses, the torn seine, The shattered lobsterpot, the broken oar And the gear of foreign dead men. The sea has many voices, Many gods and many voices. The salt is on the briar rose, The fog is in the fir trees." T.S. Elliot - The Dry Salvages