My boyfriend whisked me away recently to a magical place in Southern Maine that was a large part of his childhood. We took a drive up to York, ME one night and arrived in the wee hours of the morning. A few hours after we went to sleep I woke up to what I thought was for sure a dream, first at sunrise, and then again a few hours later. The colors were pure and the air was fresh. Nothing like what we’re used to in the city. After leisurely doing some yoga on the lawn and reading by the pool we climbed out onto “Whale Rock”. The brief trip turned out to be a perfect respite after a hectic week and I cannot wait to go back again.
Photography Credit: Thomas Weir
