Moments, conversations, chance encounters, memories all getting packed away and taken home until next year. We are the lucky ones to have this place in our lives, and the people that go with it even more so.
Finally finished after many iterations over many years. It's already hanging in my neighbor's house, where it belongs. This is their house, and the view we share when riding a bike down the road at the end of the day in August. Summer. On an island in Maine.
Yesterday afternoon the fog suddenly moved in without warning. Everything changed around us; the temperature, the color, the landscape, the sound, the activity, and everyone's mood. It's as if we were transported to a different place without having to move an inch.