Tuesday, July 28, 2009


We traded main land rain for island rain this weekend.  I haven't been out to Monhegan Island since I was a girl, and while it is hard to remember my time there, I do know that I have been trying to get back there for most of my adult life.  It is remote, untamed and mysterious in a way.  We walked most of the island's 17 miles of trails in the mist and rain and brief glimpses of sun.  We encountered many plein-air painters along the way.   Its hard not to feel pressure to join the history of all the artists who have sought the island's beauty for inspiration.  I brought my watercolors and did this sketch of the garden where we stayed.

1 comment:

  1. That sounds wonderful Ingrid. I know that feeling of longing to be somewhere and smell a fragrant plant or see a certain mist. I feel equally attached to our Oregon coast. So happy you've landed at home. -Em