I used to live in midcoast Maine year round. Maine is a pretty unique place. If you weren’t born there, the locals will always consider you “from away” no matter how long you you’ve lived in the state.
The face above belongs to a man who, for years, was in charge of our local recycling facility. Like Maine he was always friendly but at the same time, distant.
There’s a lovely little spot in Rockport, Maine called Beauchamp Point. I took this image from its edge with a long (400mm) lens looking almost due east. The little foot bridge and the foggy island just offshore I think gives this place an oriental feel, especially when finished off in very contrasty black and white.
This is a photo of my long-suffering wife Sarah sitting on the front stoop of our rented house in Maine. I say long-suffering because I am constantly bothering her by asking to pose for some shot or other. This one however didn’t require any as she was just sitting in the sun with her back to me. Since her hat was way overexposed to start with, when I cut the exposure way back and added some heavy vignetting, the result was what you see above. The moire on her shoulder is very obvious but since it looks like part of the shirt design so it wasn’t really too distracting in this case.
This collection of bottles belongs to Maine artist Amy Lowry and will no doubt find their way into one of her paintings someday. But for now they were just sitting on a window sill in her studio looking at the hazy summer sunshine outside.