Where 128 Ends

Autumn light bathes a quiet New England cove where small boats rest along the marshy shoreline, their hulls catching the last warmth of the day. Beyond the golden reeds and tidal inlet, a modest white cottage nestles among evergreens and fiery maples, with distant purple mountains dissolving into a soft grey sky. The scene captures that particular moment when Route 128 reaches its terminus at the rugged Maine coast, where land and sea merge in painterly harmony.