Schoodic Point, Acadia National Park, Maine

From My Sketchbook:
It started out as a slightly breezy and cool, overcast, dreary day when I arrived at Schoodic Point.  A fog was rolling in and beginning to cover nearby Schoodic Island to the east and Mount Desert Island  a few miles to the west.  My family and I had timed our visit there to include a picnic out on the rocks, we considered other options and made our way down to the rocks and water from the parking lot.  The setting was perfect for a watercolor or oil painting, both of which I hadn’t brought on this vacation, but for some reason felt less promising for a sketch.  As in the past I was awed by the immense power and sound of the pounding surf against the rocks, as the sea would rush in and back-off, and then with the arrival of a another large swell the receding water would gather itself up to come crashing back again, and again.  A timeless ritual of sorts, one of perseverance on one side and resolute resistance on the other.  As in times before, I wandered over the rocks, taking pleasure in looking at the natural patterns and pools of water created by exposed basalt dikes sandwiched between the the layers of granite.  After awhile I found a comfortable place to sit and rest and enjoy the view.  I pulled out my sketchbook and pen and after a few minutes of hesitation, and study of the landscape, I began my first marks on the paper.  It was then that I noticed that the distant fog was moving and lifting, the overcast sky was opening and the sun was coming out,…it turned out to be a perfect day for a picnic and sketching.