Camden is a tiny fishing town in Maine where it seems the prosperity of the eighties (188os) never waned. Gorgeous homes enveloped in snowbanks, weekender cottages clinging lakeside or perched on tiny islands, a town library so grand it would be a fine home for the Magna Carta. Trails wind through numerous state parks and reserves and an outfitter's store on the outskirts of town does a fine trade in renting skates, skies and snow shoes. In short, it's a (Hallmark) photographer's dream. These berries were in a planter outside a store on Main Street, coated in a layer of ice by a steady stream of water melting from the awning above and they seemed to me to to represent the town's entire holiday appeal.
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