“Geographically, curved arms of land offering shelter from the open sea.
An area next to the shore, where watercrafts are anchored when seeking safety in stormy weather.
A word that can refer to a place of safety, a part of a body of water, or a way of sheltering something.”
The defining words above remind me of a place of security and comfort. I love harbors.
My friendships are also harbors. I treasure them.
Some Maine harbors are places of commerce as in the previous Lobster Story. However, along the coast roads many of the harbors are places for those of affluence. The docks are private and limited to boats owners and their guests. I understand the need to protect valuable investments, yet I was unable to capture the details of these beautiful vessels.
Penobscot Bay, Camden, Maine with a Smiling Cow and cormorants.
My adventure this particular day features images from afar. At a distance, I tend to see line and light and pattern. And sometimes thoughtful boat names.
Anam Cara – soul friend.
A tall ship amongst smaller sailing vessels and a private dock. The silvered railing caught my eye along with the tall mast and its reflection.
Piers make wonderful patterns and reflections.
Stonington, Maine.
A working harbor with a touch of red, silver and yellow.
Stonington homes and piers at low tide.
This looked like a Boat Convention but was actually the dock below a restaurant favored by the boatsmen of Steuben, Maine.
of Bass Harbor – Acadia, Maine.
Dinner view at low tide.
Another quiet, safe harbor – Little Deer Isle, Maine.
I hope you have had a peaceful time with these images as well as the space to
consider your own Harbors and Friendships.
May you have some true harbors in your life.
Stories & Pictures 
You are one of my harbors. 🙂
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I love this one, E! I love the connection between harbors and the way land forms around the water to serve as a shelter — and how that also relates to friendship. And I love the capture of the name: Anam Cara. That was always a favorite book of mine by the Irish poet John O’Donohue. Interestingly, amongst all the beautiful photos of the harbors, I was so drawn to the community of little boats, all together, speaking to a different culture where folks boat to eat together…. Beautifully done! Lynda.
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Thank you, Lynda. I too loved the boats nose to nose! As I stood there two guys climbed the ladder and popped up in front of me. They looked like working men, muscular and a bit scruffy. Looked like they were joining their buddies for a burger! 🙂 Love E
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Ahhhhh, so peaceful !
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