Remnants of a North Wind Roughs up the Shore

Remnants of a North Wind Roughs up the Shore

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Drying Out

Drying Out

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After a lot of rain, out came my neighbor's sheets and one blue dish towel this morning. Blowing in the breeze adding an air of celebration to our shared back yard.

Sea Glass Sunday

Sea Glass Sunday

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A young family came over from the mainland Sunday morning to collect sea glass on our beach.  It turned cold and the fog rolled in, but their sweet enthusiasm was not dampened. They walked away with a bright orange bucket full of treasures as well as a beached lobster buoy that had come ashore. And I was reminded of the good old days when our children were young, and why we are here on an island. Having it all. Away from it all.

Walk on the Wild Side

Walk on the Wild Side

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Wednesday morning three friends came over to take a walk. We went down the main road and out to the back shore where waves were crashing on shore. Spray and foam boiled up from the sea, and as the surf retreated, a great roar was made by the water rushing back over the rocks. What a show. A whole new world less than two miles from the one outside our door. Who needs to travel half way across the world to see new sights? It's all right here on this tiny island on the coast of Maine.
Here it is with a collection of rocks on my "desk." Art imitates Life imitates Art.

Fresh Flowers in the Parlor

Fresh Flowers in the Parlor

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Inside Out. Outside in. Summer is in full bloom.

Orange Rock Ripple Effect

Orange Rock Ripple Effect

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Last night we had dinner with a favorite family on the island. Three generations gathered around a big table sharing fine food, conversation, and the camaraderie of being on an island. 

This morning brought a heavy rain, and the news that an old friend had died, leaving a huge gulf in our ranks. Ebb. Flow. Tide in. Tide out. Like the orange rock around which water swirls, memory of him is firmly planted in our hearts and souls and will forever be part of our island landscape.

Orange Rock in the Surf

Orange Rock in the Surf

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12"X12"

Our day on the island begins and ends with a walk on the beach, with trips in between to go for a row or walk the dog, or throw old food to the sea gulls.

Everything moves but the rocks, props on a stage around which water dances creating new choreography with each wave, the change of tide, time of day, and passing cloud.
Always the same. Always different.

I can't get enough of it.