something about foggy mornings allows one to ease into the day I walk a little slower
“My attachment to the state is that of a barnacle to a ledge, the pull of the moon to the earth. Maine, because of its singular and profound beauty, is a place of worship without walls. I love it so.” ~ May Davidson
in this tiny seaside town once again “We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.” ~ Pascal Mercier Cape Porpoise Maine
a few days in Maine “Mornings meant ‘thick o’ fog’ that caught on rooftops and dripped, blurring weathered gray shingles while barely muting the deep pink of rosa rugosa or the hydrangea’s blue. Wood smoke filled the air on rainy days, pine sap on sunny ones,…
we were in between nor’easters. feeling restless, we packed our toothbrushes, hopped in the car and drove to Maine. with no particular destination in mind, we ended up in Portland for the night. we walked all over the city, people watching, testing out some local culinary goodness, just enjoying being by the sea. there is a sense of randomness and freedom in taking little…
