We were driving back to Frenchmans Bay after a day of bumming around searching for that perfect scene that said Acadia. I had to stop and see this. Standing on the side of the road you could feel the evening quiet begin to settle around us. Tips of the marsh grasses were catching the last rays of sunlight and in the distance Herons and Egrets were poking around for supper. Long shadows from the roadside trees slowly spread across acres of shallow water, home to hundreds of critters that carry out their lives without giving a thought to the cars that hurry by. This was one of many perfect scenes.
We were driving back to Frenchmans Bay after a day of bumming around searching for that perfect scene that said Acadia. I had to stop and see this. Standing on the side of the road you could feel the evening quiet begin to settle around us. Tips of the marsh grasses were catching the last rays of sunlight and in the distance Herons and Egrets were poking around for supper. Long shadows from the roadside trees slowly spread across acres of shallow water, home to hundreds of critters that carry out their lives without giving a thought to the cars that hurry by. This was one of many perfect scenes.