Far north from the usual crowds that visit the typical vacation spots in Maine, lies the Bold Coast. Located just south of Lubec, the easternmost town in the U.S., this is a pristine area with very little development.
To get to this place, you park along a little-used road and hike in about a mile and a half, coming to these spectacular cliffs. From here, you can hike south along the rim of the cliffs to a primitive campsite that lies directly on the coastline. Hiking along the trail you can always keep an eye out for seals and whales (on the left), as well as bear and moose (on the right.)
I don’t think I know of a more lovely place on the east coast to spend the day. You might see one other person during the entire day.
Three exposures hand-held from Nikon D90, Tokina 11-16mm f/2.8 wide angle lens at 16mm, f/4.5, ISO 160. Merged in HDR Express with followup in Photoshop CS5 with Nik Color Efex Pro.
I’ve really enjoyed taking part in the Sunday Photography Interview and Poetry Challenge, both weeks. In the interview, OneStopPoetry puts a few of my images in-line with the interview responses, highlighting one shot in particular as a ‘prompt’ for their weekly poetry challenge. Interested participants use the image as inspiration, and come up with a poem or prose based on what they see or feel about the image. It’s fascinating to see the creatives take off on their path, sometimes revealing their deepest thoughts, flights of fancy, or memories that the picture might have conjured up for them.
As one who values Creativity over Certainty, I appreciate being able to come up with something creative of my own, but then watch it take a new life when someone adds their own interpretation on it. It seems like Creativity doubled.
My thanks to all who took the time to write their thoughts. Some entries have struck me so well that I’ve asked the poets if I could use their poems to go alongside the images someday. Some seem like the perfect pairing of image and words, which is something that I often struggle to achieve by myself, usually falling short of what I’d really like to convey.