16×20" Oil
Last summer, I explored the Penobscot peninsula and traveled down to Deer Isle to stay in the quaint fishing village of Stonington, Maine. Stonington seems frozen in time, with its lack of tourist traps and old, colorful houses and fishing shacks perched on steep hills overlooking the busy fishing harbor.
One of my favorite experiences was getting up early to watch the fishermen ready their boats and head out of the harbor. I stood alone on a small dock across from the commercial fishing dock, sipping coffee and pointing my camera through the dark. I felt this sense of Down East tradition and history as the light became stronger, finally revealing a quiet, empty harbor.