On blustery days, I love finding a spot on the rugged Maine coastline to observe the waves. Often I am captivated by the graceful bobbing of the lobster trap buoys as they face the choppy waters with a calm sense of purpose and resilience. Some days it almost seems like a dance—a tempestuous tango.
On blustery days, I love finding a spot on the rugged Maine coastline to observe the waves. Often I am captivated by the graceful bobbing of the lobster trap buoys as they face the choppy waters with a calm sense of purpose and resilience. Some days it almost seems like a dance—a tempestuous tango.
