Friday, September 9, 2016
Strolling in Salt and Sunsets with Seafood.
The trees cleared and we found ourselves out in another amazing landscape. A wide, flat marsh landscape with some dried up areas, cracked mud coated with white salt, looking like an alien planet. Whelk like shells clung to muddy banks and the tall marsh grass was laid down flat intertwining dead crab shells that had been bleached by the sun. We were the only ones there and it was wonderful. Total silence apart from the occasional peeping from a few birds that flew over or stood in the shallow water studying the flies or shoals of tiny fishes that darted along the water's edge.
I found a great link to the Maine wetlands, explaining the importance of these marshes.
We walked a path along the top of a bank to a point where we could go no further then we walked back. I really loved this picturesque scene of unspoiled natural habitat. A little oak tree on the bank was proudly holding out leaves that were already tinted orange and yellow, an early sign of the oncoming fall, and we commented on how beautiful this place would be in winter with snow and ice.
We decided to head back into Biddeford to try and find any possible urbexing locations.
Mike Maurice, playing a piano who caught my attention, especially when he asked for 2 notes. I gave him A minor and G minor. He then proceeded to play, off the bat, an amazingly impressive classical style composition. I wished I'd recorded it. Listen to "Waltz of Despair' on his site, I loved this too.