Maine

We ran away from home last week. I needed to smell and see the ocean. I wanted to fix in my minds eye that line between water and sky, to hear her sounds and John needed to see the area around Rockport, to see and feel the light, to find some places that he had read about. I love Maine. I love the sandy soil, the plain and sturdy houses with their weathered gray shingles. I love how in the small ports and harbours the buildings are all clustered together, almost on top of each other, as if there is such strength in their togetherness. And I love the smell and the light. Thanks Maine.

Wharf inRockport, Maine

Leaves in the Pond

Getting the final parts of the garden put to bed and I need to rake the edges of the pond to get out all the debris i.e. leaves and pine needles so that we do not add any more sediment to the bottom. For some reason the color of the water seems darker at this time of year and I love how the leaves appear under several inches of water.

Pond leaves and pine needles