A few weeks ago, I had the complete pleasure of spending some time with an old friend I rarely get to see. She has lived far away for decades now but visiting Maine and I was able to be a part of it over a weekend. My friend Paul and she and I used to live in the same neighborhood and hung out together but it’s probably close to 30 years since the 3 of us had been in the same room together. Nothing has changed but the lines on faces. There was instant laughter and the years melted away. She was there with her husband and two lovely daughters. And the home where we stayed? I’m speechless. It’s beauty spread across a peninsula into the ocean and was surrounded by rock and beaches. It was so, so….Maine. It was breathtaking and I felt like a kid exploring again with Paul. Rock jumping, climbing and trekking along deer paths, brambles and bushes. Followed by clambake, lounging, drumming and singing till 2 am. Bliss.
Thank you Jean. Being there with Anne and you was the most wonderful part of my summer.
Next year in France!
Magic photographs AGAIN!