These musings happen quite by accident.
Sometimes, I just decide to “take a line out for a walk,” as Paul Klee says about his drawing process. My lines, though, were words and they attempted to draw the figures and textures of life in Castine, Maine.
Here are friends and neighbors, the land and its denizens, my own meanderings down the trails of memory and particular places and moments–the knoll out back of our cabin, the coves and the interstices of land and water, the spontaneous appearing of bear, foxes, owls and the inspiration of the natural world. Maine is a state of mind. I still live there, most of the time.