This is our breakfast spot. On days when we have a little time in the morning, we pick up bagels slathered in pimento cheese here or whatever looks most amazing here and head to Cape Elizabeth to watch the day begin at Portland Head Light.
It's never the same twice. I've munched happily here on calm days, during fierce storms, and every kind of day in between.
This is one of the most painted and photographed lighthouses in the world, so I have nothing new to show or tell about it. Like so many others, I take pictures every single time I am here. I'm drawn to the beauty of the light itself, but also to the ancient, cragged rocks, and to the sound of the waves. Always the waves. See? Nothing new here. Just crazy love.
This isn't even the first time I've posted about the lighthouse, and I have a funny feeling that it won't be the last time. For more sunrise shots like the one below, take a peek here. For other pretty ones, look here.
And for those of you who are wondering, no one died in the Annie C. Maguire shipwreck of Christmas Eve, 1886.