Earthquakes, Maine, and Mystery. Oh my.
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First things first, I experienced my first earthquake yesterday - in Washington, DC of all places. I've seen some things teasing us East Coasters about how it was really nothing. I can only say I'm seriously glad for that. On the twelfth floor of my office building, I was pretty frightened by the whole thing. It was a weird feeling of realizing that the only thing this could be is an earthquake but then we don't get earthquakes here. Which is exactly what the guy standing in the office doorway next to mine said right before he said, "I think it was a bomb." And then the fire alarm went off and the speakers shouted that an emergency had been reported in the building and to get out. I've left the building during a fire alarm before - people sort of saunter out and then head over to Starbucks. Not this time. People were running to the stairwells, one woman fell. Our East Coast earthquake was a tiny little thing in comparison to many, many others, but it was big enough to make my knees wobbly. Thank goodness there was very little damage, and the only sign at home was on our gallery wall.
With that out of the way, I'm so excited to share with you some of my first pictures on the new camera, which I took this weekend while we were in Port Clyde, Maine for our friends' gorgeous wedding. One of the brides' families has a vacation home there (where the wedding was), and I spent the weekend trying to convince Navah that we should also have a vacation home there. It was a difficult sell since we don't even own a non-vacation home, but perhaps I'll prevail upon her in a few years. Port Clyde is a tiny coastal town, inhabited in large part by vacationers, but at least populated enough to have a little post office about the size of our living room. It has two hotels, a general store owned by Linda Bean (as in L.L.), a restaurant, and an ice cream shop. Certainly enough to entertain us for a weekend, especially with my trusty new Nikon in tow. The town reminded me - in the way real life reminds you of television - of Cabot Cove, where my soul mate Jessica Fletcher lives. Our cab driver (we flew into Rockland, Maine in a 9-passenger plane and took a cab to Port Clyde) told me that Cabot Cove is a real place in Maine, so you can rest assured, I'll be visiting.
But back to Port Clyde. Without further ado,
With that out of the way, I'm so excited to share with you some of my first pictures on the new camera, which I took this weekend while we were in Port Clyde, Maine for our friends' gorgeous wedding. One of the brides' families has a vacation home there (where the wedding was), and I spent the weekend trying to convince Navah that we should also have a vacation home there. It was a difficult sell since we don't even own a non-vacation home, but perhaps I'll prevail upon her in a few years. Port Clyde is a tiny coastal town, inhabited in large part by vacationers, but at least populated enough to have a little post office about the size of our living room. It has two hotels, a general store owned by Linda Bean (as in L.L.), a restaurant, and an ice cream shop. Certainly enough to entertain us for a weekend, especially with my trusty new Nikon in tow. The town reminded me - in the way real life reminds you of television - of Cabot Cove, where my soul mate Jessica Fletcher lives. Our cab driver (we flew into Rockland, Maine in a 9-passenger plane and took a cab to Port Clyde) told me that Cabot Cove is a real place in Maine, so you can rest assured, I'll be visiting.
But back to Port Clyde. Without further ado,
Now that you've seen a bit of it, I assume you want to go halfsies with me on a vacation home. Just email. I'm sure we can work something out.
Also, don't forget that today is the LAST day to enter my birthday giveaway and win some adorable art for you or someone you love!
Katie
