If you’ve ever been to Mt. Desert you know that Maine fog is a mysterious and frustrating thing! On Wednesday I dropped Lance off in Bar Harbor, where the afternoon sun was dappling the lawn of the common. I made my way towards the ocean and upon reaching the rocks was immediately engulfed in fog.
The thin line in the back of the painting is the same beach we’d been to the day before. Suffice to say I’m glad we made it to the beach when it was sunny.