The Salt Pond blueberry barrens were in a good mood yesterday afternoon. And, as often is the case, that good mood was contagious. There was a slight bite to the bracing breeze, the sky was vastly blue with clouds that mimicked the glacier-strewn rocks below, and the blueberry leaves were a warming and reassuring red.
Those who climb the worn, crusty trails to the bluff overlooking the Pond there can learn, if the conditions are right, that feeling small and insignificant at times is a necessary realization. Most of us need to be put in our place every now and then, and this is a great place to have that happen.
I almost always come away from there feeling smaller but lighter.
(Images taken in Blue Hill, Maine, on October 17, 2025.)