Great Head in Acadia National Park is covered with a magical conifer forest. These trees seem to ignore the change of the season. Like the rock they have colonized, time has a different pace for them.
The peak called The Beehive can be seen in the distance. Click on the image for a larger view.
The oaks seem to be the last of the hardwoods to lose their leaves. Away from the coast, Acadia National Park has beautiful groves of oak trees. The rich, golden-brown canopy may not compete with aspen and maple for dazzling color, but now, without that competition, oak dominates the landscape. Click on the image for a larger view.
It is late in the foliage season in Maine. Naomi and I went out to Acadia National Park this weekend to enjoy the remaining color. Click on the image for a larger view.
Morse Mountain is a ridge of rock running south into the ocean. It is flanked by two rivers, the Morse to the east and the Sprague to the west. Click on the image for a larger view.
At 800ft/250m, Mt. Battie in Camden Hills State Park is not a huge mountain. The area is mostly covered with mixed hardwood forests, but the ridges expose the plant life to harsh conditions. In areas with little soil, the flora appears to be more suited to alpine zones. And a rich mix of these plants cover the ground between slabs of granite. Click on the image for a larger view.
Camden is an affluent community on the coast of Penobscot bay—it is the quintessential New England village. Penobscot bay is a huge waterway that cuts deep into the Maine coast and defines the eastern edge of Central Maine. This image was taken from Mt. Battie in Camden Hills State Park, looking south towards the Gulf of Maine. Click on the image for a larger view.
Leaf litter seems a rather undignified term. Perhaps it is our frustration of having to empty the gutters around the house and rake the lawn this time of year. But it really does not give respect to an amazingly efficient way the forest recycles what it creates. And what I find equally amazing is that in that forest refuse there are signs of life ignoring the signals of the approaching winter. Juniper haircap moss, Polytrichum juniperinum, can be seen poking through the dried leaves on our forest floor when most of the other flora that was so bountiful during the spring and summer have disappeared. Click on the image for a larger view.
Our forest is passing peak color—leaves are predominantly red or brown and more have fallen than remain. Yesterday was a mix of strong winds and blue skies. Click on the image for a larger view.
The view of the fading day from Little Hunters Beach. Acadia National Park is often described as a timeless, unchanging landscape. Perhaps on a human scale, but the land is changing. Every rainfall, every tide takes a little away. The winter ice splits rock. And the colonizing biology leaves its mark. Click on the image for a larger view.
Little Hunters Beach is just down the coast from Otter Cliffs. It is a geologic junkyard. This detritus shows the metamorphosis of our planet through time. The colors mark events and transitions. Click on the image for a larger view.
