Looking East to the Camden hills from route 52.
For me, it's one of the most beautiful backroads in Maine.
It's all the more beautiful in early evening light after
an afternoon of kayaking on a very blue Lake Megunticook.
In my childhood I dreamed of living on a farm.
Haystacks were a symbol of that life.
Those haystacks were cone shaped in the fairy tales,
formed by hand instead of rolled.
In childhood I always colored the grass a flat green color.
It is interesting to me how differntly colored it really is!