Sarah Orne Jewitt wrote:

. . . the first salt wind from the east, the first sight of a lighthouse set boldly on its outer rock, the flash of a gull, the waiting processing of seaward-bound firs on an island, made me feel solid and definite again, instead of a poor, incoherent being. Life was resumed, and anxious living blew away as if it had not been. I could not breathe deep enough or long enough. It was a return to happiness.

Tomorrow morning, I return to Monhegan Island for the twelfth year. I never could improve on Sarah's words for what these two weeks mean to me.

This was my first attempt at a time-lapse photo; it's kind of shaky and not quite in focus, but, well, I promise they'll get better.



My second attempt (only slightly better, still out of focus (bofus?), but frames at every 30 seconds instead of the earlier once a minute) is ( behind the cut ... )

Uh, let's try this one ...



Well, how about that (after several tries) - it worked!
( a few more photographs )