I don’t always blog about my travels. Quite honestly, sometimes I have to remind myself to sit down and look through the images… which is why I’ll be ordering prints later this week. Often times, if it’s a quick trip– I don’t take my camera along and just enjoy experiencing everything new without looking through a camera. For longer trips, I’ve been taking my camera and one lens. (The nifty fifty if you’re curious.) I’m learning to slow down and enjoy the moment.
Earlier this year, I planned a week long trip up to Camden, Maine. It’s a charming small town where the mountains meet the coast. It’s beautiful, quaint, and quiet. While Asheville is fun, lively, and weird (ha), I enjoyed the slowness of Camden. I didn’t realize how much gentle quietness I needed until I realized one afternoon that I could only hear birds, children laughing, and the wind rustling through the trees. It was a beautiful sound.
As a wedding photographer– my busy season is typically April – November. It’s incredible and I wouldn’t change it for the world. I love my clients and the other photographers I work for. But over the last few years, I pushed myself hard. Often times, I was shooting 10+ weekends in a row. I realized the joke of “I’ll see you and hang out this Winter!” was becoming more and more accurate. It’s easy to take on more work since it’s my livelihood. It’s easy to book all our vacations during December and January. It’s easy to have coffee dates in February when snow is on the ground. It’s easy to put life on hold.
I took a risk and booked a Saturday to Saturday trip in July. I marked it on my calendar in PEN.
And for that week, I rested. Genuinely rested.
Blueberry pancakes + coffee. Afternoon naps. Rain showers. Foggy coastal drives. Sail rides. Chilly nights with the windows open. Perfection.
Activities & Sights:
Swan’s Island, Shaker Gallery, Sailing aboard the Olad
Cappy’s Chowder House
The Lobster Pound
Bar Harbor, Maine