Winter Clamming in Newcastle, Maine

Yesterday morning I was shoveling the back deck, after another beautiful snowfall. Every tree branch had a perfect layer of white snow. There was an incredible quiet and stillness and all of the sudden I could hear people talking. The voices were in the distance, but I could hear them as if they were just in the backyard. All of the sudden I realized that what I was hearing was the conversation of two people digging for clams out on the flats of the Damariscotta River! As I looked more closely I saw someone bent over, bucket right next to them, digging for clams. A little while later I looked and the tide was coming in and the clammer was gone...