Food is the Prettiest Art
Maine was so special. The most beautiful pictures I have are the ones in my head.
One day I was paddle boarding up river, where the lake was a perfect reflection of the sky. It was so perfect you could look at the sky just by looking down at the water, the exquisite detail of the clouds wasn’t skewed by one ripple in the water, except for the trail I was making. I paddled past beaver dams and inhaled the sweetest smelling flowers and right before I had to turn around, where the water gets too shallow and the current too strong, I looked up. There was a bald eagle about 20 feet over my head. Just staring at me. It was huge and there was this raven squawking at it. Unperturbed, it watched me for a long time, so close. Finally it spread its massive wings and flew off barely fitting between the branches and the raven took flew after it, still making a racket.
The market and smells coming from Chase’s Daily were out of this world amazing: