We’re in the town of Wiscasset at the public landing looking back towards the Route 1 bridge. I didn’t think much of this photograph when I took it, but upon reviewing it today the geometric monotone simplicity of the thing makes me very happy.
For those of you who don’t know this state, it’s easy to be fooled by its natural splendor and think it’s some sort of beautiful retreat. It’s not. It’s harsh, unforgiving and hard as nails. But once you come to terms with it, Maine can be a healing place like no other.