Sean Ware
After several years of Florida's external summer, I returned to Maine last year and rediscovered the joy of season again. Even under the slow monotony of mud season is the promise of spring and Maine's landscape churning back to life. Trekking outdoors with my field easel, I find hints of warmth and color beginning to reappear after a long span of dreariness. In particular, I feel most drawn to the coast. While the grey forests have been locked in stasis, the surrounding Atlantic has continued its own ceaseless cycle of change, with waves and tides constantly on the move.
