The Workshop Art Show

Last night I participated in an art show which included a selection of work from the classes in film and photography at the Maine Media Workshops. The show had some really great work- some of my favorite pieces (in addition to my class) were from Joyce Tenneson's class in portraits and Dirck Halstead's Platypus classes in photojournalism.

It was really a joy to be in such an eclectic show and after it was over I headed out to Camden to celebrate at the Waterfront Restaurant and Bar where I had the best dessert in recent memory. The Maine Wild Blueberry Cobbler was like a box of magic trapped in a warm tart. It was as near perfection in a dessert as I've ever seen and it was a perfect end to the night.

Out on the Sea

Yesterday I set off on a two hour cruise along the coast of Maine on an 86 foot wooden windjammer called the Appledore. This is my third time up in Maine and I'd never been on a boat up here so I was glad to finally be out on the ocean with the sweet smell of the salt in the breeze. The trip was a well needed respite of relaxation and there were some beautiful views of the Curtis Island Lighthouse and the sunset of the mountains of Camden. The crew was a ton of fun as well and the ship was also a fully functioning bar so it was a fun ride.

Understanding The Shining

I love spending time in a quiet, peaceful place like the sleepy town of Rockport, Maine because it makes me realize the insane pace of my life in New York. Everyone here is friendly, warm, and they all wake up and get going at 6am- it's confusing for a New Yorker. I opened the door in the coffeeshop down the street and people dove out of the way like I was robbing the place because of my hustle.

I think I'd be an alcoholic in no time if I spent any extended time up here because there just isn't enough to do for me to survive. The place is beautiful and quaint but I need five computers going and I always find myself driving down the one lane roads going 70 blasting music. Last night I went out at 10pm and everything was closed- everything. I never appriciate how truely great Manhattan is until I leave- in the rest of the country things actually close- it's remarkable. The only thing open was a little local bar so I stopped in to have a few drinks and suck terribly at every bar game they had for a few hours. Madness.