Portland Breakwater Light, Maine
After standing watch over the Portland Habour for 140 years, this short lighthouse was dubbed Bug Light because of its stout look.
This part of South Portland is steeped in history, long after the light houses birth, during WWII, it's estimated 30,000 workers were based here building both battle ships and cargo ships. 75 years on from the end of the war, I find that Portland Breakwater Light Park is a stark reminder of how stories can be hidden beneath a beautiful exterior. |
Kettle Cove, Maine
This photo was taken in at small beach, Kettle Cove in Maine. 20 minutes south of Portland, it's not one of those coastal areas that gets inundated with tourists, it seems that more locals go here.
When the sun sets here, it lights up the water and the wet sand with a mirage of reds, pink, an orange; that you can see changes before your eyes. When I see the sky light up like the scene of a fire fight, it makes me question why God would love us so much. We consistently screw up, turn away, and deny Him. Yet He is still there loving us more than we could fathom, and showing us this in every sunrise and sunset. |
Acadia National Park, Maine
Acadia National Park situated on Mount Desert Island, and is possibly my favourite place in all of Maine. I spent the day hiking up some of the small trails, probably around 3 miles total, up a trail named the Bee Hive, a steep ascent, giving the impression it was dangerous. Challenging, but the view was second to none.
At the bottom, an unrivalled coastline, with the powerful waves crashing onto the weathered rocks. I was sitting on the edge thinking how my home was just on the other side of the expanse of water. Praise God that I get to travel and see as much of the world as I do. |
New Orleans, Louisiana
Despite the rest of the world pronouncing it New Orleans, apparently the correct way to pronounce the city is New Orlins. Figure that.
Beautiful city with an obvious french influence, it's beginning dates back to 1718 when The Kingdom of France reigned over the region. The architecture is stunning, the beignets were outstanding, and the jazz pretty much everywhere was very pleasurable. However, after walking down the historic but now strip club filled Bourbon Street, I felt like I needed a shower. New Orleans has a reputation for being a carefree city and it is very relaxing place to walk through. As we were heading for the airport, a man stopped me and proceeded to clean my shoes (without me asking), then proceed to try to charge me $20, I gave him $3. My shoes weren't even a little cleaner, in fact his 'cleaning' cream, left a strain on my shoes. |
Carson Interpretive Trail
The sun beating through the tree, the fresh sea breeze coming up the river, flies eating me alive. While we were walking through the trail, it was so peaceful, the only noise was the leave and the animals rustling though the wood. It sounds pretty idilic, and it was. Not a single other soul was here.
There is something beautiful about the sun hitting the leaves and shining down onto your face. One of my favourite things is just walking through the woods, not saying anything, not doing anything; just talking to Jesus. |