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.
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
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