I received an invitation months ago to come to Orr's Island and visit a Maine island that my college buddy calls home. I pulled into the dooryard on a Friday night, grabbed my duffel bag from the back seat and headed up the steps to ring the door bell. I came fully equipped with my Canon T3i, Maine Hunting Shoes, and a good bottle of scotch.
"Island lifestyle jealousy" set in more each day as I explored the coves, lobster yards, beaches and cottage-lined dead end roads. Meals consisted of pan-fried scallops, baked Maine potatoes, and steamed lobster. The fridge stayed in stock with cold local brews. Every corner was met with smiling and friendly folks and colorful evening sunsets from the back deck. They say Maine is met with a slower pace of life, which is very true, but on an island - things tend to move just a bit slower.
Below are photos from the weekend that was a blur. The images came out a bit more clear.