Reflections: Maine

Some imagery from Damariscotta

It’s been a quiet week on the ranch. We’ve been cooking, but I haven’t taken many photos. I’ve been thinking, but I haven’t done much writing. That’s how it goes sometimes — there are seasons for everything. As we transition out of summer, into fall, things naturally slow down. Who am I to try and fight that?

Instead of me waxing poetic, I’ll leave you this week with some photos from our recent trip to Maine with Tia and Tio CWD. We had a blast, saw some pumpkins, ate some oysters. What more can you ask for?

Special thanks to Tia and Tio for inviting us, and to her parents, the Pumpkin Queen and King, for their hospitality.

Back at you next week for some more filling content — both literally and figuratively.

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Freshly shucked shells, cleaned, ready to turn into shell art.

I wish I took a better composed photo of this truck and sticker, so perfectly Maine. Oh well.

Mrs. CWD asked me which I prefer, eating oysters at a restaurant or shucking them myself. After some thought, I think it’s the latter — as I’ve written about on more than one occasion.

Tia CWD said this one needed to make the CWD post.

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