maine

"She only cared for the sea when it was lashed to fury by the storm, and for verdure when it served as a background to a ruin. Everything must needs minister to her personal longings, as it were, and she thrust aside as of no account whatever everything that did not immediately contribute to stir the emotions of her heart, for her temperament was sentimental rather than artistic, seeking, not pictures, but emotions."

(Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary)

I love the coast of Maine for its craggy cliffs and rough, romantic surf. The waves don't loll lazily onto the sand like they do at the Cape--they throw themselves masochistically on the shore, crashing against the rocks like a woman, overcome. There is something so poetic and passionate about that.

What a wonderful weekend :)