I grew up listening to my mother admire elegant, graceful homes we saw on our road trips to the Cape and to Maine. She connected with their lines, their details, poise, sense of history, patina, and their silent presence. Often, as we passed a rundown beauty, she would remark, "That house just needs someone to love it.".. as she loved the house we grew up in. This is a house in Maine I see almost every summer. It is situated at a bend in the road, and always catches my eye, regardless of time of day.
This is my seventeenth drawing for #Inktober. As always, thank you for looking.
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