Beauty Begets Beauty

In my writings, I have often espoused the beauty of Maine, and for good reason...there is an incredible display of beauty here, sculpted by our Creator for our enjoyment; but I have yet to discuss the beauty that Maine, and indeed much of New England, inspires in human beings, and the special way it fosters the creative process.

Literature, music, and art are the expressions of the soul of a culture, the ethos of a people.  While hard work and capitalism advances the race and pays the bills, it is this triumvirate of creativity that tells all of eternity who we are, where we feel we came from, and what we see in this world and how it affects us.  We were made by God in his image... He is a creator, and thus so are we.

We are born to create, and we were given an incredible world to inspire us to do so.

Art gallery on
Vinalhaven Island.
Both Vinalhaven and Moneghan
Islands are known for their
artistic communities.

Maine has always been a haven for artists.  You won't find a Costco anywhere in this state, but you can't turn around up here without bumping into pottery studio, or a painting class, or an artists' commune.  And, having perused only a minute portion of the artistic works created by these everyday folks living here, I can tell you most of it is right smart stuff.  There are examples everywhere of artists creating the most breath-taking works not only with traditional methods, but often with new innovations that spring from their fertile minds: the crystalline glazes invented by the potters of Edgecomb Pottery and the photography of Cole Scott, which he chemically transfers to metal sheets to create stunning images, spring to mind.

Portland storefront... the crystalline
glazes make for stunning pieces of pottery.
Get yourself one!

The synergy of this gorgeous country and the creative mind makes for a frisson of expression that can lead even the part-time artist, the hobbyist, or even a downright bungling meddler, to capture that special essence of artistic beauty in paint, or clay, or watercolor, or pen, or digital image. 

Ormo's art, when he's not snapping
kissy-face campers...
Photo courtesy Rich Ormanowski
Check out his gallery!

Our camp photographer, Rich Ormanowski, spends most of his days taking pictures of the various activities around camp (and more than a few preening and glamming campers)-- it is hard work, and he is very good at it, but most of the pictures he takes to record the life of camp do not flex his artistic muscles.   But when he allows himself some time off, and heads out into this special place?  The results are often stunning.  (If you would like to see more of Rich's artistic endeavors, please visit his gallery)

I definitely fall in the "bungling meddler" category when it comes to art, and yet Maine has even managed to inspire art through me.  Up here I got my first taste of pottery, learned to do Zentangle, and this year I am dabbling with watercolors for the first time.  Oh, the writing thing... yeah that.   After years of not having written anything on a regular basis, my summers up here have led me back to writing.

This one by yours truly.  With a cell phone.
(No, really!)  My goal is to someday paint this
in watercolor from my photo.

So, if you get to come to Maine someday, make some time in your vacation plans to visit some galleries or shops.  Relish in the created beauty and maybe buy a piece or two to support an artist that particularly touches your soul.

But if the creative spark exists in you, or you feel it once did...bring your pen.. or your charcoals... or your paints... or your journal... or even just a good quality point & shoot camera.  Let yourself get caught up in the maelstrom of creativity here.  If it's been years since you've done "X", let go and try it again.  The results just might stun you... and inspire you.

Beauty fosters beauty.

Beauty inspires beauty.

Let Maine bring out the beauty in you.

The root of summer iniquity

I wish I could tell you this was
from some archive....
well, it isn't

This post comes in the middle of a rather unusual occurrence here in Maine--a heat wave.  The large red splotch covering the national weather maps has reached its hot little fingers into Paradise and driven the temps into the mid-high 90's. 

So, you are saying... "What's the big deal?  You come from Texas!  Those temps are NOTHING!"  And you would be right, but in Texas we combat such things with this technological marvel known as air conditioning.

And so...as we swelter in the cabin and the mess hall, and look longingly at the Saco River during the work day... the heat has forced me to a confession.

The (normally) delightful climate in Maine turns me into a bit of a boogerhead.

My iniquitous behavior comes in the form of blog entries, social media entries, and sometimes direct messages to certain folks back in Texas, hooting about how nice the weather is here in our summer place.  It all started with one particular friend, a person very dear to me (you know who you are), but, like most well-directed missiles, the collateral damage amassed as time went on....
Most of the time, I really do try to be a nice guy.  (I probably don't succeed as much as I would like, and I'm sure there are those who might confirm that.)  But in this matter, I'm guilty as sin.

And now I am being hung with my own hot rope.

But...as I thought about all this, I also realized something.  As booger-headed as my actions might be to those dear friends back home, at the root of it is something else.

I really, really wish they could be here.

Please board the plane
you-know-who-you-are

If I ever found myself with untold riches, one of the first things I would do is charter private jets to bring some special people in my life up here for an all-expenses-paid trip to see my second home.

Beneath all the teasing, my heart longs to share this place with you.

One of the reasons I decided to write again here from Maine was so I could make this (very) meager attempt to impart to you the magnificence of this place with my words, and a few chosen photos.  Added to this are pictures, videos and posts that Allison and I share via Facebook or Instagram.

The part by the arrow.
That's all you get.  Sorry

But it is just a taste... like licking the mixing bowl for chocolate chip cookie dough, after a particularly thorough mother has scraped it all out with a spatula.
So, my friends, forgive me the teasing.  Trust that I wish with all my being that I could float the Saco River with you, or hike up to Emerald Pool, or sail in Casco Bay, or kayak in Sebago Lake...

But let's wait until Friday, when this heat wave breaks, hmmmm?