Reflections on Walk at Winslow Park, Freeport, Maine - December 28, 2011

The wind rustling through the pine trees, the ocean waves reflecting a thousand points of light, the blueness of the sky and the whiteness of the clouds; coastal Maine in winter, where else would I want to be. And walking with my eldest son before he leaves on an adventure of a lifetime to Hong Kong, Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand, and India with his lovely, artistic Vermont girl friend, life could not be richer. Art and nature, one and one, unification, biodiversity, these are words I love.