So what happened is that our hotel was right there in the Old Port and it was so easy to wander around, day or night, to look at things and (in my case) take photographs.

This was a foggy night and the simple, unintentional beauty of the area turned itself into a little body of work. (You’ve been warned about what you’re going to be stuck looking at for the next few days. Who knows how many days? Beats me…)

Portland, Maine
photographed 3.15.2026