Sunday, September 14, 2008

What It Means....

A Journal page spread--in it's beginnings as
I will most likely add color in some manner..
what does it mean to be where you're from? That
would be very interesting to read !
The above Pitt Pen sketch says, gulls flying and
crying, rural scenes with their fresh
pine trees, distinctive
shapes and pungent pillow fillings,
in Northern Maine the far off
mountain view, anchient stone
wall "hardscapes" and beach
walks all alone with your thoughts.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Truly a very lovey piece, makes me want to go and live by the ocean and take in all it's beauty. Thanks for getting my brain to realize that the beauty is there, we just have to able to recognize it.
scus

Anonymous said...

Once a New Englander, always a New Englander. I can't image living in the middle of the country and not knowing what the ocean is like. Our changing season, rocky soil, trees, hills, and historic past make us who we are! ( and the Red Sox too)

Anonymous said...

I'm a chunk of the rock bound coast like my grandmother, I think...Jill

Anonymous said...

very nice