my favorite place
I love Ogunquit and Perkins Cove and the Marginal Way that connects them (regular readers know this part of Maine is “my” place, the place where my soul recognizes itself). I love Shore Road and downtown and shops and lobster. I love 68 degree water and salt on my lips. I love Breaking New Ground coffee shop.
A week’s vacation with family is tricky, though. Limited “me” time. Constant “us” time. I have managed to be properly plugged in with the kids much of the time, while zoning out from time to time as is called for in any vacation. One of the things I do is sketch and make notes from my beach chair. If I don’t get my writing time, I’m a bear. I haven’t been getting it, but these little bits are keeping the bear (mostly) in check.
The first one is the view sitting on Little Beach (which is near the house we’re renting) looking toward Ogunquit Beach. The one next to it depicts some potential tattoos. They are ones I’ve seen and liked. I haven’t made them my own yet, but it is one of the goals of this vacation: to get a sketch done of The Tattoo, which may actually be The Two Tattoos. (They’re all just thumbnails — sorry. Not ready to share the writing just yet.)
These three are doodles of things and people on the beach crowded with some of my musings.
And these are just the obligatory “we’re at the beach!” pictures. (See how big Ben is? No surprise the trolley drivers — public transportation here — question us when we pay the kid fare for him. You have to be under 10, which he is, but he doesn’t look it.)