Coming Home

Last evening, my family and I drove down the peninsula to procure ourselves some delicious lobster from a place we have been frequently for almost 20 years - Shaw's Lobster Company in New Harbor, Maine. We lived in Round Pond (seen above), a neighboring fishing village when we first moved to Maine and returning to that place every summer always feels like coming home. A quiet hamlet with pretty historic homes and kind people, it was an ideal place for my nine year-old self to find warmth and adventure.

The ritual lobster of Shaw's

The local general store down the road from where we once lived. For $1, one can enjoy a paper bag full of traditional sweets and the company of the local shopkeeper.

A fleeting glimpse of the old house - once painted a stark white, now in earthy tones, but still lovely amidst the verdant yard.