Wish I could fly
The earth below would be our new museum, filled with pieces of tree, water, and grass art.
Tag Archives: Maine
As far east as one could go
Greetings from Lubec the sign on the old barn said as we drove into the eastern most city in the United States. It was a bit of a gloomy day […]
Way up in Maine
In July, Todd and I, feeling like prisoners in our own home, decided to venture out to Northern Maine. It would be Jackson’s first vacation with us. He would stay […]
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