Okay, I admit it: I’m obsessed with the many moods of the near-mountain called Blue Hill. Please try to bear with me.
Above, you see her Tuesday – serenely remote as the lowering tide pancakes the sea ice in her waters, Blue Hil Bay. Below, you’ll see her stoically maintaining her dignity while insolent storm clouds and rain try to torment her yesterday:
(Images taken in Blue Hill, Maine, on January 13 and 15, 2026.)