Our September ferry ride from Port Clyde, Maine to Monhegan Island began in a gentle foggy mist but by the time we were full steam ahead a wild windblown downpour battered our little ferry. Once safely on the dock we loaded our bags on the truck to the Inn and walked into the rain the rest of the way. We arrived soaked to the skin, but on Monhegan what you're wearing and how you look makes absolutely no difference to anyone.
There are a few experiences in our lives that leave us changed. This, for me, was one of those times.
The elusive magic of this undisturbed island only 10 miles off the coast, is an unexplained wonder that leaves one thinking we may have imagined it all.
Our hearts and minds expanded exponentially during our time on this rocky outcropping in the Atlantic. The brace of constant winds along the cliffs and the sea, and squawk of the diving sea gulls, were our daily companions. At night we learned that the stars in this September Maine sky are a giant bowl of diamonds tossed from above with a gracious nod to splendor.
We learned that the appeal of this little island is in the undisturbed paths leading to who knows where, the expansive bluffs, windblown fields, and in the waves spraying saltwater almost as high as the seagulls.
Here are two of our paintings from this one memorable week in September.
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