I love Maine. Such a beautiful place.
Succulent lobster, sweet blueberries, cool water, and rocky shorelines – that’s how I remember Maine. The Pine Tree State’s salty charm, untamed vastness and nonconforming nature have always held appeal.
So when asked to be a plus one for a good friend housesitting for her niece, I had my suitcase packed even before discussing it with my family.
“Did I mention the house is on the water, there are kayaks and….”she said.
”Oh, I’m in,” I told her. “You had me at Maine.”
Aside from reveling in this much needed girl time, I’d hoped to explore, shoot some gorgeous scenery and maybe even capture a moose. In anticipation, I hung my camera around my neck en route. Playing with shutter speeds to photograph the passing pines, I merely stared, mouth agape, as a dog-like-creature leapt in front of us and soared across Interstate 95.
At least a moose would have been…
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