Life and writing, serious and humorous, old and young, past and present: it's all part of the fabric.
Yes, bliss. I was on top of Mt. Battie today, looking down at that sea...& bliss was also that ride south on 52 & those Camden Hills & that Lake Megunticook...I'm so happy that you are loving this place & sharing a bit of your bliss with us...
Ack, so close, I wish I'd known! We will have to plan to meet up. Really!
Love the ease with which these things coexist-- so perfect and complimentary.
And you are drawn to these same things, that same peaceful coexistance. . .
Ah, Maine, lovely, lovely Maine. The photos bring me there. I keep taking photos over and over while there. They bring me joy and peace!Janet F.
Love the macro of the rocks especially. I love how they're sculpted, how the earth transfigures from the tiny rocks at the top to the sloping, angular rocks sliding out of the photograph. And it also slides from warm to cool as you let your eyes travel down the page. Makes me miss the desert, somehow, even though I've never been.
Ah, the scenes resonate strongly with you, too.
If you and R.(from Sketchbook wandering) meet, please note that I'll be with you by my thoughts!She's my penpal!:o)Maine seems to be so beautiful!
We will beam you greetings. xx
Thanks for taking me back to saltwater Sharon. Fond memories of childhood clam digging and flounder fishing in Eastham, Cape Cod surface and bring forth huge smiles!
“Maybe we’re here only to say: house, bridge, well, gate, jug, olive-tree, window--at most, pillar, tower--but to say them, remember, oh! to say them in a way that the things themselves never dreamed of so intensely.” --Rilke
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