After the pubic beach at Biddeford Pool I traveled the short distance to Fortunes Rocks, as I parked the car I got this site of the sun trying to make it’s debut.

5-10 minutes later the sun was winning.

By the time I left I declared the sun the winner.

The weather forecast yesterday indicated that this morning would be foggy, however when I woke and looked out the window it was clear.  I decided to head out anyway with the idea of seeing the lighthouse at Biddeford Pool.  When I got to the turn at Fortunes Rocks Road the fog was thick as soup.

Recently I had a problem with my eye temporarily blurring and as I walked the beach I thought it was happening again, but finally I realized the fog was causing my glasses to mist over.  I stood and laughed at myself for a good few moments.

I describe the beach in three stripes: the dry stripe which is that soft stuff farthest away from the water’s edge and is what sticks to your feet the most, the packed stripe which is the hard packed middle section where you don’t sink in as you walk, and the quicksand stripe which is at the water’s edge and if you stand still you begin to sink.

When walking on the packed stripe, if I was closer to the dry stripe I could hear but not see the water.  After a while I walked toward the water and after a time wandering and looking at rocks and shells, I turned and could see nothing of the houses on the shoreline.  I knew that I just had to walk away from the water to see where I was, but there was that moment when I thought I am not really sure where I am in relation to where I parked the car.

Of course this had the hallmarks of a mystery/thriller; the fog so thick you couldn’t see the killer coming at you until the very last moment.

I passed the lobster trap as I explored the beach knowing it would be a possibility for a photo with the heart, but knowing I could get it on the way back to the car.

Being so early in the morning no one else had been on this part of the beach so the only footprints were mine.  As I came back upon the lobster trap I knew I wanted to try to get the shot without any footprints in it so I looped up behind the trap.  I had planned to place the heart on the trap itself but once I saw the rope I knew where the heart needed to be.

Finding a poem or quote for this posting proved a challenge.  I started with keywords of heart and trap but not only where the choices slim they were also morbid.  I also searched for something about lobstermen and found very little and nothing that fit.  Finally I searched the keyword of Sea and found this quote.

Back in May I took Sil on an Expedition up the coast to feed her photographic needs for new places. At Pemaquid I tried taking a picture of the view through two windows. When we sat at lunch we were looking at the shots we had so far; I did not successfully get the view I had been trying for but instead was enthralled by the reflections in the window that were captured in the photo.

Since then when I am on an expedition and I see a building I take some shots of the windows, I apparently do it so much now that even the volunteer at one of the historic sites asked me why I was taking so many photos of windows. As is the case most times; being outside looking at the screen on my phone I can’t really see the details of the image, which makes for a bit of excitement when I get home and load them up on the tablet.

This particular barn had at least ten windows and I took shots of them all but only this one provided me a reward for the effort. In truth I did not see the reward in the reflection until I started cropping the photo.