As a whole, Tuesday was a pretty glub day outside. My daughter’s softball practice was canceled due to weather, so we took advantage of a free evening to head to South Portland to pick up some softball pants. After our shopping trip, we still needed our photo of the day, so we headed to the oh-so-yummy Dairy Bar in Scarborough for a tasty treat, and fun photo. Being SO close to the beach, I thought we couldn’t dare not venture down, even though the skies were grey and ugly, so off we went. We got about a mile down the road, when we hit the marshes – a favorite spot of mine to check out the light. The sky was grey, grey, grey, flat, and boring. I asked Molly if we should just turn around and go home, and she responded “yes.” I almost pulled over, but again, thought it was such a waste to be so close to the beach and not go, even on a grey night, so we continued on. As we crested the bridge before the Clambake, I gasped as I noticed a gorgeous fog over the Pine Point area. We continued along, and drove past the main beach, down to the point at Jones Creek, and I almost ran off the road, when I looked left and saw what was the beginnings of one of my most favorite sunsets ever. We hopped out of the car, and I captured Molly and the scene as it became more and more gorgeous as the sun dipped below the horizon. By the time we left, the sky had gone from a soft purple and orange, to a deep pink and purple – one of those moments that makes you stop in your tracks no matter what you were doing.
It’s been a tough few weeks in my extended family – with surgeries, sicknesses, and stress. The healing power of a Maine sunset never ceases to amaze me, and this one showed up exactly when I needed it. You drive me nuts sometimes, Maine, but moments like this are the perfect example of why you hold my heart.
Scenic images from this gorgeous night, as well as many others are all available for purchase. Click here for the full gallery.