The Harbor changes every day. This day it was silent and foggy and reminded me of the following. Fog by CARL SANDBURG
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on. Each morning brings a new and different light to the familiar harbor in Maine filled with lobstermen's boats at their moorings. This day was a typical iconic Maine or Down East scene. It is shown in one of my gallery frames to let you know what it can look like and because I think the navy-blue frame makes it Pop! It is up to you...I can frame it to your taste.