Transition

When I left Hog Island Audubon Camp, I stopped along the winding road that leads away from the coast and back into town. There is a glorious field of lupine along the roadside that I never have time to stop at when I am arriving. Even though the flowers had faded, I didn’t want to let them go. The seedpods and grasses shone in the morning sun. I wasn’t yet ready to leave. This page marks the transition from Maine to New York, from two weeks of immersion on the coast to the longing for it that always comes afterward.

8 thoughts on “Transition

  1. You mention a longing even after you leave. I’ve been experiencing such a longing to go back since the day I left Maine As well What is it? Not only are your sketches beautiful, but your expressions have so much feeling. Thank you.

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