Postcard from Penobscot Bay, Maine’s Atlantic Coast

There is a solemn poetry to this place. A protected bay where the ocean can rest and catch its breath. Waves that roared for weeks from another continent now whisper at the pews of Pulpit Rock like a silent prayer.

Pulpit Rock, a silhouette of black, craggy, granite stands alone and weathered. The ethereal glow of dusk blends the ocean, mountains and sky into a spectrum of purples.

Soon, the mariner will strike his lite atop the mast – A single candle before the alter of a cathedral that rises from the sea. A prayer to Neptune and a splash of wine over the side as an offering. An evening with the Eternal.