Autumn in coastal Maine exists in stark contrast to its rowdy summer tourist season. The mythical, postcard-ready image of a green, glistening landscape recedes into muted colors and enveloping silence. Only the locals remain, and there is a communal feeling of hunkering down before evenings spent somewhere between the fog and the fireplace. Photographs can attempt to preserve it, even desperately try to halt it, but the slow passage of time is never more palpable than when the leaves are changing colors along the coast of Maine.
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