When the days refuse to yield anything spring-like, when the skies refuse to give up any glimpse of blue, and when the sun refuses to come out of its hiding place, I turn inward. I keep the days quiet, padding softly through them so as not to startle or disturb the sleeping sun. I’ve long known that threats or demands won’t work on such a giant. Why should the sun do our bidding?
A look back, then, at this favorite photo taken from my favorite place ~ Ogunquit, Maine. I find myself seeking this one out, taken as it was at the end of May many years ago, when the summer spread out before us, and the sun was not quite so timid. We will get there, I’m sure we will. For now, though, it exists in the mind, and in this photo.Back to Blog