In a small writer’s cottage tucked away on a quiet cove in Vinalhaven, Maine I spent the last week of summer with the promise of autumn quietly whispering with each rolling wave of the fog kissed shore of this tiny island that feels lost to the sea. In our modern times of fast communication and speedy travel we can blink an eye and be anywhere in the world.
But here…. here it is a journey. It takes time and you feel time change on the voyage to this sacred place. First a flight to Portland, Maine, then to a car, then ferry, with each passing mode of transportation the clock ticks a moment slower. I watched the shores of Maine while standing on the windy top deck of the ferry as they grew more distant. I looked at America, at a landscape not unfamiliar to the first settlers who came here on the hope and dreams of a new and better life. A life, to a certain extent, I was trying to escape from. The boat carried me away and I let go as land slipped away.
Maine is perfect in the summer. It’s classically American and dynamic in nature. Each hour yielded to a new exciting atmosphere. It reminds you we are merely passengers on Earth, witnesses to nature’s show. I had to escape Manhattan’s monolithic skyscrapers that blocked sunsets to be reminded of what was out there bigger than me, bigger than my city, and beautiful… so very beautiful. While we watched the tide come in and out each day, distant lobster fishing boats bobbing in place, we took ease in the simplicity. The smell of the salty ocean, the feeling of the damp mossy forest under our feet.
Jet lagged from France, I would take rests in the afternoon with the old windows open so that I could listen to the wind in the trees and feel its coolness on my face as autumn promised itself to be just around the bend.
It is an quiet island in comparison to places like Nantucket but that is what makes it great. A place where you can turn off the noise, turn on nature and remember what it feels like to simply be alive. The kind of place with a handful of local and beloved stores, a tiny farmer’s market and one gas station where you buy the daily catch. When everything closes at 5pm and you wonder how you’ll ever survive until you discover we don’t need as much as we thought, or nearly as much as we’ve been sold. I think about this place often and when I do I’m standing right there on that cool gray rock, wrapped in mist and lost in thoughts…
Above dress and white dress in the fog by Brooklyn designer Christine Alcalay.
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… you guys know how to water one’s mouth …. one would love to jump on the next plane… greetings from Switzerland, Christa
omg, i really want to visit this place, looks amazing.
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What a lovely looking place! I love the little cottage. And your words are so beautiful.
I spy some North Haven shots in there as well!
Gorgeous post. Loved reading this and the photos as always are beautiful.
what a amazing place.! i am really surprised to see this place.
Amazing as usual ❤️
I’ve never been to Maine. The trip to the US that we took was just way too short…. but now that it’s on my radar, I’ll be sure to visit whenever I can.
That cover photo is just so haunting and dreamy…
My husband and I just booked our trip to Deer Isle Maine, just one island over from Vinalhaven. Hoping to shut out the rest of the world and just be for 5 days. Eat lobster, maybe sip some champagne and take in all the nature around us. The fog and coastline in these photos are just dreamy.
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