fear and love

          “There is something here that frightens me. When I figure out what it is that frightens me, I shall also know what I love here.”   ~ Clarise Lispector            

easing

        something about foggy mornings allows one to ease into the day I walk a little slower            

of a barnacle to a ledge

                          “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            

finding myself

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

mostly foggy

                                  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,…