As the old legend goes, Casco Bay—an inlet carved out of the Gulf of Maine—is dotted with 365 little islands, one for each day of the year. Though these “calendar islands” number fewer in reality, it doesn’t make the ferry ride out of Portland any less majestic. The water is studded with rock formations; landmass juts out from the shimmering surface as far as the eye can see.
We spent a lazy August afternoon on Peaks Island, basking in the ferry ride over, the wafting sounds of a reggae band playing Radiohead covers, and a languid stroll spent admiring sweet little island houses. The obligatory end-of-day scoop of coffee ice cream (suffocated by Oreos and Heath bar bits!) was the best nightcap that $3 could buy—and kind of made you wish that there were 364 more islands where Peaks came from.
Cameras: Mamiya 645AF, Canonet QL17 GIII
Film: Kodak Portra 400, Tri-X 400 pushed to 1600