Pemaquid Point is a rocky outcrop on the southern coast of Maine.  It is a well-known tourist attraction, and comes complete with a frequently photographed lighthouse.  Nice as the lighthouse is, my interest was the colored layers of stone that reach like long fingers into the sea.

I have collected rocks since I was a kid.  In fact, I have boxes of them.  Every once in awhile, I’ll drag those boxes out from where they are stored, and go through each and every stone.  I admire their beauty.  I like thinking about their geologic histories; like people, each one has a fascinating story.  And I enjoy remembering where I was, and who I was with, when I picked up each one.

The rock formations at Pemaquid Point are visually striking.  I arrived just before sunset.  Skies were clear, except for clouds on the horizon, and these were richly colored in gold with just a slice of rose at their base.  Long joints, cracks if you will, in the rocks, directed my eye from shore, out to a protruding mass of rock upon which incoming waves crashed, and then beyond to a distant island.  Hues of red, orange, and lavender in the rock layers beautifully complemented colors in the sky.  I photographed at a low angle to accentuate the lines, patterns, and textures.  Reflections of the clear sky above by water caught in the rocks were pools of silver.

Delightful.