Here you see yesterday’s rising tide in Great Cove, which is now devoid of the many vessels she hosts from spring into fall. That’s the WoodenBoat School’s pier to the right:
There was a bit of a wind up yesterday morning. The tide was coming in on small, rolling waves that roiled the rockweed and broke on the stoney shore with repetitive crispy/crunchy percussions that turned into sizzles when the wave’s water raced through the stones, shuddered to a stop, and backed off a bit:
(Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on December 17, 2025.)