I shot this photo of Portland Head Light just before nightfall with the sun setting (in a spectacular blaze of orange) behind me. The colors here in Casco Bay are beautiful any time of year, but there's something special about a late winter sky. If you can stand the tear-inducing wind long enough to get one semi-decent photo, then you are rewarded with remarkable, watercolor blues and pinks.
Two years ago I lived for a few months on an island just across the bay from this famous lighthouse. Here in the city tonight, as I looked up at the star-pricked sky and the waxing crescent moon, I recalled how much more connected to the sun and moon and stars I felt on the island. I woke every single day with the sun and I watched it set nearly every evening. The ocean waves were just a few yards (on stormy days just a few feet) from my front door, and I walked the road that ringed the island rain or shine, telling time by the rise and fall of the tides. Whenever I'm back there to visit with friends or even stay a night or two, I feel my heart slow down to an even rhythm. Life's purpose and my place within it become clear when I look to the sun and moon to keep my pace.