I spent last weekend in Maine, and although I have plenty of pictures, and drew, and thought a lot, when I got back I was so un-used to blogging (after only 6 days away) that I couldn't put anything together... It's such a gorgeous place, and the coast up north from Portland to Bar Harbor reminded me of California, all the mountains and woods and cool air...
What can I say but that all of it was beautiful. Even the one misty rainy day, when the clouds crept down the mountainside so mysteriously and the beaches were cool and drizzly.
I loved the many brightly colored dolls with button eyes, some so delicately stitched and wearing jewelry:
My favorite was the quiet you only find in the woods, and the small surprises in the secret-looking trails:
In Portland, we walked around the quiet old port area and I was in awe of the beautiful slate tombstones in the Eastern Cemetary:
And down in a park, on our last day, le Carotte (who had secretly stowed away) enjoyed the flowers: