Behind the Barn / 10x10
I wandered into a little store in Waterboro, Maine, looking for a hot cup of coffee and a clean bathroom. I found both, and also found a lunch counter that offered delicious salads - and a few women working who were just as funny as could be.
The one who made my salad forgot, three times in a row, what I wanted in it. By the second time, her co-workers were ribbing her. The third time, they were screaming with laughter and making merciless fun of her. They also flirted wildly with an older man who walked in, and when he teased them, they teased him right back. Clearly, everyone was enjoying it.
All too often, I encounter workers in stores who just don't want to be there. I will say this is far more rare on the Eastern Shore than anywhere else we've lived, but even there, it happens. And I don't blame them, really. I've been there. Still, it's a delight to find some women who enjoy their work, their customers and each other, for at least a few moments on a crisp, sunny day.
I got my salad and ate it, sitting in the sun in the open door at the side of my van. When I looked up, I saw this landscape. I did move the barn a little, but that's OK, I think.
Scenes from the Road
Painters call it the Golden Hour, or at least some do. We've all seen it, that light that is clear and crisp, and also warm and round, that light that makes everyone and everything look achingly, devastatingly beautiful. We get it often on the Eastern Shore, and Maine gets it often, as well.
Maybe it has something to do with the quality of the air, or the temperature, or with light bouncing off of water and mountains, I don't know. But I had it the other day, driving through Auburn, and it was spectacular.
Dog of the Day
It's Lily! She's Jim and Linda's dog, and while she is adorable, she is wary, protective and not the friendliest dog I've ever met. I made it my mission to make friends with her, and by the time I left, I was able to hold her in my lap. She wasn't happy about it, but she stayed.
A Final Thought
"Fall has always been my favorite season, the time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for its grand finale."
- Lauren Destefano