Scenes from Maine // My Place

10.16.2013 | by: Meghan

A couple months ago, I read a beautifully written travel piece in The New York Times magazine. It’s about writer Michael Paterniti’s regular pilgrimages to a small, nondescript village in Spain, initially in search of a cheese, later in search of himself. I urge you to read the entire story. In one of my favorite paragraphs, he writes:

“But something happened to me. Even now, I’m not exactly sure what. I have a friend who once told me about the first time he ever took a ferry to an island off the coast of North Carolina, and how he knew, right there on the ferry — with the salt spray and the light off the ocean — that he’d come back to this same spot every year. He’d come to relive that feeling of leaving his old self behind. That annual renewal, the reacquaintance with the person he felt himself to be on that island, was something he wanted to organize his life around. Similarly, Guzmán instantly and improbably became my place.”

It made me think of Maine, and how we missed our annual summer trip this year. It made me think about how Maine, where I’ve been spending summers since I was a kid, is my place, and its absence felt like a tightening in my chest, like I needed the crisp salty air, the dense evergreens, the craggy rock beaches, the indescribable Maine-ness that makes me feel more, well, like me. We decided to make it happen in the fall. Yes, the water was freezing. But when isn’t it in Maine? Less ice cream, more clam chowder. Less laying in the sun, more snuggling under blankets. There was so much beauty in the silence of the off-season; it was exactly what our newly expanded family needed. We did a lot of hiking through the woods, exploring under rocks, collecting shells, building sandcastles and early morning fires, and taking long, meandering, two-hour walks along the beach. Most days, we saw few people but counted foxes, deer, turkey, porcupine, and crabs among encounters with living creatures. Below, some photos from our quiet week. The red and yellows popping out amid a backdrop of towering evergreen trees and blue sky still makes my heart leap.

Share/Bookmark

3,209 Comments on “Scenes from Maine // My Place”

  1. stromectol ivermectin 3 mg is stromectol the same as ivermectin stromectol for lice

     

  2. canadian pharmacies requiring prescriptions is buying drugs from canada legal

     

  3. I like this blog its a master peace ! Glad I found this on google .

     

  4. Lakukan perjudian lewat cara online terasfutamanya judi Slot Gacor online indonesia resmi

     

  5. I have recently started a website, the info you provide on this website has helped me greatly. Thank you for all of your time & work.

     

  6. I am sure this piece of writing has touched all the internet people, its really really good piece of writing on building up new website.|

     

  7. I haven¦t checked in here for a while because I thought it was getting boring, but the last few posts are good quality so I guess I will add you back to my daily bloglist. You deserve it my friend 🙂

     

  8. I definitely wanted to make a simple note to say thanks to you for all the precious secrets you are giving here. My prolonged internet lookup has finally been paid with beneficial suggestions to share with my contacts. I ‘d claim that many of us website visitors are unquestionably fortunate to live in a wonderful network with very many special professionals with helpful tips and hints. I feel truly privileged to have encountered the website and look forward to some more awesome times reading here. Thanks once again for everything.

     

  9. I must show my affection for your kindness for men and women who should have help with that niche. Your very own commitment to passing the message along had become especially advantageous and has in most cases allowed workers like me to attain their targets. Your useful guide indicates this much a person like me and much more to my mates. Thanks a lot; from each one of us.

     

Leave a Comment