It was a rare sunny day and on our way down east we stopped off for a night in Swans Island. We rowed ashore for a quick walk out to the lighthouse after suppah to stretch our sea legs. The temps had moderated a bit and the flying bitey bastards hadn’t come out yet. You have to pick your windows of opportunity.
I saw this and immediately a scene so typically Maine island that I had to do a sketch on my iPad before I forgot the feeling.
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