Portrait Of Maine


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. 

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Bowtie Wearer With Bad Knees I spent my early years in Massachusetts in a little town called Easton. I went to Harvard, served in the Navy as Operations Officer on and LST, founded a construction company and served in the state Legislature as Assistant Minority Leader. However my life really began when I moved to Maine and opened an art gallery. I've been around the fine arts in the commercial art business for over 25 years now and loved (almost) every minute of it. I look at every day is a gift, except when it's very cold outside or I have to go to the dentist.

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