Waking Up in Maine Again
The Hooper Cottage just before sunrise this morning was lit with its own glow from the porch. It's a summer cottage built more than 100 years ago, and it faces dune grass, sand, and ocean. We'll be here for the month of August, settling into the long-ago rhythms of surf and sand. This place is next door to the one my great-grandfather Skelton purchased for his wife in the 1930s, which later was the place my parents honeymooned. So I like to say I've been coming here since before I was born.
Other photos from this morning are up in my Flickr set of Ocean Park.