Summer in the City

To Maine we go (For lunch)

Maine is for lovers. Lobster lovers. There we eat like ravenous cavemen by the sea, next to the gigantic Lobster Father. We also ate roadside blueberries, mini versions of the larger, little candy skittles. Just Yelena (the Russian, I would make my wife if I was a man. Santiago, the rusted beater that we have loved. Loretta, the billowing skirt that will be shared. And Me) On the road- New York to Cambridge(a night with the neuroscience grad students), a quick pitstop to Rockland, Maine for three hours to eat lobsters and deep fried twinkies and straight to Vermont through storybook Stephen King’s hazy sunlit red rum Maine. 

(Roadside Blueberries)

(Into the Rabbit Hole Teepeee- Roadside Maine)

(Santiago and Yelena)

(Ruby Red Boiled)

(Boo)

(First Round-Before)

(First Round-After)

(Giant Lobster Father)

(Red Rum Run)

(Lavender Sun)

(Loretta Spun)

                (Yelena, shopkeeper, canolli expert, lovely)

(A farewell curtsy to Maine )