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Postcards from Maine: Summer
“But summer, you just got here.”, she said with down-turned eyes. “We were so happy, nestled together like best friends, in our sandals and linen, our snacks on the beach, and our card games at the picnic table. Please don’t go yet.”
Summer looked at her and rested her fading warm touch onto her tan shoulder, “I’m so grateful you love me so deeply, but my work is done here for now. My friend Autumn will soon be arriving and you will have so much fun together in pumpkin patches and cozy sweaters. I promise I will return again - next year.”
If you love summer as much as I do, I’ve created a beautiful new five piece series called Postcards from Maine. It’s a joyful nod to Maine summers and warm memories.
Each image is a real moment in time personally photographed by me, printed onto a thick handcrafted Birch wood panel and then delicately painted over to create this one of a kind original piece of art. In addition, each piece is accompanied by a short fictional story, implements to hang or prop your art on a shelf and all tucked into a hand-sewn cotton bag.
If one of the pieces speaks to you, reply and tell me which one, and I will send you payment and shipping instructions.
Thank you so much, Megan.
Mixed Media: Photograph on 8 x 8 Birch wood panel + acrylic paint. Includes shipping.
"She slipped on her canvas sneakers and tossed her favorite striped knit sweater into her tote bag. With her stomach abuzz with excitement and to be honest, a wee bit of nerves too, she made her way down the dock. As the sailboat scooted across the bay, she dangled her legs over the side, tilted her smile to the sun, and let all her worries blow away with the breeze." Boothbay Harbor, Maine
"As they trudged up the steep road, Maggie puffed her cheeks out with six-year-old determination while little Joey shuffled his feet behind with a low grumbling whine. Just as the kids felt like boycotting their parent's 'great idea,' they crested the hill and opened their eyes wide with an awe of accomplishment. Little triangle sails speckled the bay below, and a large looming white lighthouse beckoned them for exploring." Monhegan Island, Maine
“Joan walked along the beach, stashing a blue mussel shell and perfectly smooth round rock into her cardigan pocket. As she looked up, something at the edge of the water caught her eye - a little lost buoy bobbing. And this is how her collection began. Most walks were just her, the seagulls, and neighbor Beth sitting on her deck, but every now and then the ocean would deliver another buoy - all perfectly different - all little treasures sent from the past.” Wiscasset, Maine
“With one final sweep of the broom, Anne leaned against the wooden handle with a feeling of accomplishment. The week had brought some of her dearest friends to the cottage - full of late nights by candlelight and early morning walks along the bluff that woke their sleepy eyes. Even though she felt a bit melancholy when she waved to the ferry as it chugged back to the mainland, she did enjoy the calm and the cleaning that followed their annual visit. With a wicker basket resting on her hip and a song humming from her lips, she pinned the laundered sheets in the sea salt air one by one.” Monhegan Island, Maine
“The ad was simple and almost missed in the back pages of a summer magazine. ‘One bedroom summer cottage for rent. Must love coastal Maine breezes and promise me you’ll tend to the wild garden. The kitchen faucet drips and the porch railing wobbles, but the sailboat is sound and included.” Boothbay Harbor, Maine
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p.s. I thought you might like to see how pretty the Birch panel is and the thickness.