Here are some more pictures of our travels last week to Deer Isle and Bucksport, Maine. When Harold downloaded them from the camera he found them vaguely disappointing. Something was missing. What it was was the clean air, cool and moist, the smell of roses, lupines and sea salt, the smell of clam flats, the call of songbirds, seagulls, crows.
The reason you want to go someplace rather than watching a movie about it, other than to see your friends and relatives, is to get the sounds and smells into your pores. That's the thing about travel. Even if you don't leave your own country, you know you're in a different place.
Brilliant photographers can get that on film. Writers have to try to describe it in words.
Kate Gallison
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