Shores and Time
“Go to Maine,” he said, and I listened. It was 2001, and I was a broke, wandering, recent college graduate looking for work and answers to the questions in my journal. He was old and “wise looking” (think grey bearded) and offered the advice I sought.
Funny how sometimes all we need is one random person’s permission to pursue the next step in our dream.
I got a job in a camera store in Bar Harbor, and my girlfriend gifted me my first real camera. We lived in a tent on a blueberry patch overlooking the coast at Mt. Desert Narrows. Waking daily before dawn, I circled the island, practicing composition and exposure, mimicking the region's postcards and paintings. I've returned regularly for the past 20 years, called by my need for summer escape and winter musing. Maine has beckoned countless artists and writers.
As in Louisiana, the veil between nature and people is somehow thinner than elsewhere. In that way, Maine feels like another home.
For my series “Shores and Time,” I explore the coastal landscape sculpted by ice and carved in history to discover the deep time of the sloping glaciated geology. The ancient natural scenes contrast with the beautifully fragile marks made by people living close to the land and sea in this elemental place.
