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The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 6h

Knight Pond, Northport, Maine — 10/19/2025

Captured just after dawn: calm waters, soft early-light, and that moment when the world feels paused. Balanced composition, subtle reflections, and a muted color palette that lets the scene breathe.

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The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 1d

Knight Pond, Northport, Maine. Early autumn reflection captured at sunrise. A moment of still water and soft light before the day began.

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The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 1d

Good morning from coastal Maine. The blueberry fields are on fire with color this week.

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The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 2d

"Second star to the right and straight on till morning."

The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 2d

Had a little fun with this one.

The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 4d

Happy Friday. The coffee’s hot, the brain’s half-functional, and survival mode’s kicking in. Just a few more hours till freedom or at least till the next caffeine refill.

The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 5d

There’s a stillness before sunrise at Rockland Breakwater, the kind that crawls under your skin and makes you wonder if you’re really alone. Maybe it’s the sea holding its breath. Or maybe it’s that strange hour when the ghosts of the coast remember their way back home.

The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 6d

The sea was restless, the kind of restless that hums in your bones. Wind off the Atlantic, waves tearing at the rocks, and a reminder that nature doesn’t owe us calm.

The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 7d

Photographed at Pemaquid River Canoe and Kayak Launch in Bristol, Maine. The calm water and overcast sky gave the perfect stage for the vivid red berries to take the spotlight.

The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 8d

The coast looks calm until it isn’t. One rogue wave, one gust of wind—and that’s all it takes. The ocean’s not cruel, just honest. Respect her space, or she’ll take it back the hard way.

The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 8d

Pemaquid Point doing what it does best: testing your balance and your nerve. Every crash of surf a reminder that Maine’s beauty has teeth.

The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 8d

A new day cracked open with fire and salt air. Every sunrise feels like a promise: you made it through the night, now see what’s next.

The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 11d

Locals say if you drive this road after midnight, you might see her — the bride who never made it to the altar. Torn lace, blood at the hem, her veil drifting in the wind. She wanders the edge of the cemetery, still waiting for vows that death refused to keep.

The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 11d

One of my favorite shots from last year.

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The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 12d

The world turned blue and silent, like the sea had swallowed every sound. Even the boats seemed afraid to drift. Somewhere below, the harbor keeps what it’s owed. And this morning, it felt hungry again.

The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 13d

The sun rose slow and low, setting the water on fire. The grass whispered like it knew the secret of stillness. I stood there, grateful to be alive for one more sunrise.

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The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 13d

At sunrise, a woman stood near the old tree, her dress gray, her hair dripping like rain. I called out. She turned, eyes hollow, skin pale as the morning light. I blinked and she was gone. Only the smell of salt and earth remained.

The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 14d

They say the pilings belonged to a dock that vanished one foggy night. Still, when the sun rises red, some swear they see shadows walking out from the water to meet it.

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The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 15d

Seems like a nice place to sit.

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The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 16d

Used to think autumn was about endings. Now it just feels like truth. Nothing stays; everything changes, and it’s still worth getting up early to see.

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The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 16d

She doesn’t just change with the season; she owns it. Burning bright while everything else fades, daring the cold to come closer. Some call it fall. I call it defiance wrapped in red.

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The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 17d

When I was younger, a Saturday night meant loud music and late mornings. Now it means gas in the tank, coffee in a thermos, and saying, “Wow, would you look at that orange one.”

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The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 18d

The mist rises like old memories, soft and quiet, carrying the night’s secrets into the light. Standing here, it’s impossible not to feel the weight of stillness and the pull of time.

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The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 19d

“No one can see their reflection in running water. It is only in still water that we can see.” — Taoist Proverb

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The Hip Explorer by Kevin @thehipexplorer.bsky.social · 20d

The sea rose to meet the sun, but I stood on the rocks empty-handed. Some things drift too far, never to return.

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