HET VERLANGEN NAAR DE BOMEN
I’m carrying a lot of unforgettable pictures of Maine in October inside my head.
In 2009 I was visiting Maine for the first time. It was love at first sight. I got homesick for Maine and I’m dying to see the coastline again, the lighthouses, the museum in
Ogunquit, the mountains, the woods and the people. Everywhere, even outside Maine, I’ve met friendly and humorous people.
I like to tell you shortly three memories that were special for me:
First of all the colors of Castine in October, a nice little town, a place to stay, long history and beautiful landscape.
Furthermore the little lighthouse in Rockland on a Sunday without sun. No, not without a sun. It was five o’clock PM. The evening came slowly without any hurry. The sun was hiding in hundred tones of grey, mother of pearls, sometimes bright light, sometimes just a little leaden grey. It was quiet there, only the sound of the
waves, a restless sea and two different tones: from the lighthouse in front and the other sound came from the Owls Head lighthouse, pure music for the soul. And
so we walked a marvelous ¾ mile to the Breakwater lighthouse. Not an overwhelming experience but so calm, so in harmony, so peaceful and therefore so
impressing. One footstep away from heaven. If heaven looks like Maine I’m satisfied.
And than, last but not least, my memories of the long straight roads of Maine, ‘Far away blues’, between the beautiful woods in dark-green, olive-green, many shades of blue, burning-red en bright-yellow. Just like a never-ending story.
Back in the Netherlands, were I live and work as an artist, painter I made several paintings in oil and acrylic. .