The Writer Fisherman

George J. Lambert

Ramblings of a Maineiac

On A Late Summer Morn

Posted on September 18, 2011 at 3:00 PM

On certain days, Mother Nature flaunts her magnificent beauty for all to see and admire; September 14, 2011 was such a day.

Since I left home a bit earlier than usual for my rendezvous with my pals for breakfast at the Maine Diner, I decided to take a detour  to Parsons Beach. As I drove down the tree-lined road, I caught occasional glimpses of the rising sun but I did not anticipate fully its splendor until I arrived at the bridge down by the water.  On the left side, the fiery yellow orb slowly lifting  above the Mousam River bathed the entire landscape with a peachy pink hue as it silhouetted flora and fauna alike.  To the right of the bridge, the lazy moon had yet to leave its perch in the pale morning sky while fair weather clouds created the illusion of a distant mountain range on the  horizon.

Seldom have I seen such a display of natural beauty!

I think you will share my admiration of Dame Nature when you look at the pictures below that although quite impressive fail to capture the true magnificence of this particular morn at Parsons Beach.   


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Reply Jean Goulet
9:11 AM on September 26, 2011 
Derrière le regard sévère et sérieux du comptable calculateur se cache l'âme sensible et chaleureuse d'un poète d'envergure, qui a toujours su cultiver sa grande capacité d'étonnement devant les beautés naturelles de son milieu.