Odd ends

If anyone asks you about my aesthetic sensibilities, point them to this picture. This is the perfect picture. Color, composition, form, tone, posture — I love this picture. I love that it looks like he is positively buoyant, and only his sneakers are mooring him to the rock, like some sort of texting sea creature or polyp. Flip it upside down, it still looks right. It is part 2 in my series of portraits of men in yellow shirts. (Part 1 was taken outside the Duomo, in Florence.)

Acadia was a wonderful week in a stunningly beautiful setting. I challenged myself to take risks, physically, and found I was more capable than I thought. I wish I'd spent more time with more people, but the social component never really gelled for me; we were too dispersed, and communication was too difficult. (I am going to assume it was that, and not that everyone was turning their lights out and saying "Shh! He's coming!" every time I came down the path.) But thank you, those of you who went, for making it a week I'm already pining to repeat. Acadia 4EVAH!

This post collects the odds and ends of the photos I took throughout the week, from the drive there and back to the lovely surprise meadow we passed on the Quiet Side to the alarming outsider art propped up in a building in Bar Harbor. (Who likes giant pink peeling eyeballs? You do!)

( Snipped for the last Acadia photos! )

The rest of the set can be found here, and all eleven sets in the vacation collection are here.