The Coast Of Maine

I had cabin fever and it was only midwinter. Granted, the winter had started early this year. Snow and cold began just after Thanksgiving—such an unusual occurrence for this era of climate change, particularly in the warming waters of the Gulf of Maine. I needed to be out taking photos safely without letting the cold dissolve my creative spirit into survival mode.

My strategy was simple layering: four to five layers for my torso, two for my legs in snow pants, and chemical warmers for any extremities freezing when temps dipped below 20°F. Camera care involved adding hand warmers to gear below zero and acclimating equipment to a cool room for two hours to prevent condensation upon return.

I scouted coastal locations carefully, targeting low tides during sustained freeze-ups to ensure I stood on solid ice rather than sinking into mud or open water. Fishermen's ice shacks along the rivers served as reliable markers for thick ice, confirming that my chosen spots were safe to explore.

This winter didn't disappoint. I found myself having fun without mishaps, realizing that my childhood memories of subzero skiing and ice fishing were enough to guide me safely through these harsh elements. I ended photo sessions by giving my thanks to the trees, granite, ice, and sun. I felt a bond with this winter I hadn’t had before. I was home at peace.

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