A gulls comes in for landing. Her, the other gulls and I appear to be the only ones awake until the faint sound of the rumbling engines of the fishing boats are heard in the distant as they move toward the mouth of the bay to begin the day's journey into the Atlantic.
At the end of a short little road in the town of Breman, Maine is this quiet little spot at Muscongus Bay.The gulls were flying, but they were sure to be quiet and not to disturb their neighbors.
Early sunrise on the bay. The mosquitoes were almost intolerable. Thankfully, the kind couple up for the sunset left me their can of bug spray as they departed so I could capture the many pine tree islands scattered along the horizon.
