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.
Drawn In 
Oh, how I get you there!
Perhaps because there is a place like that for you.
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.
Hope my sketches help to transport you back. Connection and longing for place can be powerful. I’m not surprised you’ve felt it for Maine, too.
Lovely summery sketches Jean…
Thanks much! More to come!
The blue of this sky, the golden light – with your text, I can see the longing, but it seems to be a happy longing
It certainly is. I’m very fond of this place.