Mrs. North and I made our annual pilgrimage to Maine in August. Almost four weeks ago now.
A handful of photos, taken on my phone, turned out like paintings. It must have been a combination of the heat and the water, and the way the phone compressed and resampled the images. Or maybe Maine just looks like a painting.
One of these days I'll get back to documenting all the mischief I've been up to. Sooner than later, summer is slipping away.