Each summer we spend a couple of weeks on Monhegan Island, Maine. It is small, and breathtakingly beautiful, twelve miles out into the Atlantic. There are no cars for visitors on the island, just a fistful of pickup trucks that arrive at the dock numerous times a day to meet incoming ferries. The dock is a spot of comings and goings, of exhuberant welcomes and warm goodbyes. One of my favorite spots.
This is my hundred thirty-ninth daily drawing. Again, thank you for your interest and your ideas.
We rent a house for a part of each summer on Monhegan Island. It is on the top of Horn Hill... the top. Before we arrive, while we are packing at home, The Hill becomes notorious, and a bit exaggerated, in terms of its height, its steepness, the stamina needed to climb it. When we are bringing new friends with us, the Horn Hill lore can be intimidating. Truth is... it is steep. It is up there. But, it is certainly doable, and absolutely glorious. We watch the sunset over the 12-mile distant mainland every evening that it reveals itself. We watch weather approach and take on fascinating size and shape when it nears this lump of rock in the ocean. Every morning, I look North from the deck to see this wonderful view, divided by this luscious group of three trees. The view without the tree would be amazing in itself, but the tree adds a beautiful vertical counterpoint to the horizon and village below.
"On Top of the World" is my take on the Girls Just Wanna Paint challenge for July, theme "Tree".
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