Barnes Landing is a little known and little visited cove on the shores of Middle Bay in Brunswick, Maine. I went here on September 6th to count birds for World Shorebirds Day. As the clouds and mist rolled in and the wind sprang up, I felt I was alone in the world in a wild place where the lines of Longfellow’s poem sprang to mind about “the forest primeval” and such. It is the sort of place where one feels the need of a weathervane or compass to guide your way, where all nature is close and ready to offer you gifts if you are receptive to her voice.
The Old Farm at Barnes Landing
Least sandpiper among the eel grass.
Grass mat growing down to the tide line
A lovely photo essay, Kathie. It looks like another lovely spot to go birding in Maine.
ReplyDeletehappy wanderer, it is, indeed, lovely, peaceful and serene.
DeleteWow! What a beautiful area to go exploring. Love the sandpiper's colours. The different textures and colours on the rocks and beach are amazing. By the way, Kathie I received the same awful comment today as you! He must be trying lots of bloggers to see who will publish it.
ReplyDeleteMargaret, I am sorry. You would think blogger could stop that idiot! Thank you for you kind and polite comments!
DeleteThis is really pretty. What a lovely day to go walking. I could smell the air! That kind of wet cool wonderful birding type weather:)
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