On the last day of May, I went for a sail on the schooner Olad out of Camden. I go out on this boat quite often because my partner is one of the mates. It was a beautiful day, but you never really know how the sailing will be until you’re out past the harbor. This particular time was special: perfect winds, clear skies, and great conversation. As we inched closer to the harbor, the wind slowed down, and we became quiet. All we could hear was the gentle rock of the boat, the light flapping of the sails, and the red buoy’s bell in the distance. I took out my camera and tried to capture how it felt to be in those few minutes of simplicity. I wanted to share with people how pure and magical the coast of Maine can be, especially at this time of year. I’ve left Maine from time to time, but always find myself coming back home to the midcoast. While I’m away, I crave the coastlines and sailing on this beautiful wooden boat. Maine is where I am my most creative self and where I feel inspired by nature. It’s family, it’s home, and it’s shaped exactly who I am.