Long-abandoned apple trees overhang Great Cove and some of their fruit drop onto the beach.
When a significant high tide visits, some of those apples accept the irresistible invitation to take a short sail in the Cove’s clear, rippling waters. The result often is an incongruous, but strangely lovely, image.
When the tide recedes, the apples often come to rest in a nest of seaweed, another intriguing image.
Apples never stop posing. (Brooklin, Maine)