By Marcia Milner-Brage, Beals, Maine, USA
|Rock Treasures Inside|
How does one tell the story of place? Selecting from the 26 drawings I did in 10 days, will that be enough to show what it was like there? From the windows of the house where my husband and I stayed in the fishing village of Beals, Maine, I watched the constantly shifting weather and light. We hiked along the rocky coastline, peering into tide pools. We displayed our rock treasures on the kitchen table. We bought live lobster from a fisherman, right off the boat. We cooked the lobster and made the quintessential Maine sandwich--lobster roll. We ate it at this table.
Can one fall in love with a weather-worn, unpainted, sagging-roofed shed, piled inside and outside with the stuff of lobster fishing? From this table, I drew this shed and fell in love with it.
At this table, inspired by Ch'ng Kiah Kiean (a man I've never met who I've followed from afar through two Urban Sketchers symposiums), I used a whittled-twig to draw the view of the waterfront.
|From Perio Point SE|
What is the soundtrack for this place? No doubt the sound of the diesel-powered lobster boats motoring out at dawn to bring in traps or drop new ones. No doubt the hoards of scavenging, screeching seagulls that perched on the tall chimneys of the house next door.
In a dozen years, we've come back to this place four times. Until we return, this is my Downeast Maine story.
To see my post on Urban Sketchers Midwest about the fabulous public gardens on Mt. Desert Island, Maine, that we visited after leaving Beals Island go here