i didn't take my camera to maine.
i was going there for my nephew's funeral. not to take photos.
but the beauty that surrounded me there was all engulfing.
it sucked me in. it filled my lungs.
when that happened, i picked up my iphone with a tinge of guilt.
i had such a need to capture what my eyes were seeing.
what my heart was grabbing. what my lungs were breathing. what i was touching.
i had only been to maine one other time, which i now feel terribly guilty about.
there should have been more visits.
next year at this time, i'll be back there.
i plan on making a fall trip to maine my yearly ritual.
sweet nephew of mine, these are for you.
i know you would have wanted me to take pictures.