In Maine, when there's a hurricane passing by lots of folks watch the roiling waters. So, that's what happened Tuesday along the mid-coast.
I drove to the Pemaquid Peninsula and its all-time great lighthouse. I was not alone.
Getting shots of the pounding waves was not very rewarding. The day was gray, and the light was flat. To get contrast in the shot, I had to turn to tweaking and post-processing in Aperture (Yep, I'm still using it.) Some sunlight would have been helpful in focusing, too.
Still, it's a gift to stand on the shoreline and see the ledge below, the powerful waves turning and rolling and cresting and crashing.