I stopped by Alison's studio and gallery today and she showed me some things on my camera that have totally changed the way I'm taking pictures. I feel like I just got a new camera-- I couldn't be more excited. Took the Whaler over to Islesboro today to practice with it and I have some shots that I'm putting up.
When I was over there I realized it what that time of year again, the time when the summer gets to be about half-way though and the mood changes. There comes a sadness that permeates the air and the water and the trees--almost as though the land itself is aware of how short and magical the summers are. Which is part of why they're so soul-crushingly beautiful: they don't last.
Basically, I love it here. If you couldn't already tell.

Prophet! I've shot this boat before, so when I saw it on the water I just had to stop. My muse is a Prophet, I guess.

Prophet again :)

The house of a ferry worker on Islesboro. Though The Neal Burgess is the Vinalhaven ferry. Great life-ring nonetheless.

Island house.

Island views.

It's a hard life but someone has to live it.

Lahbstah Boat. Ew, I'm embarassed that I actually just wrote that. I'm leaving it up to punish myself.

God Bless America.

A fisherman hauling up the clams he caught.

Indian Island Light. Duh.
Listening to: "Chilly Winds Don't Blow," by Nina Simone
Why? Because she's incredible. "There will be red roses 'round my door."

















