This summer in Maine I finally managed to make the ferry trip to Monhegan Island, about 10 miles off the mainland. Well known for its scenic beauty, including harbor, cliffs and a lighthouse, it was also been famous for the painters who worked there, and of course, for the art lovers who make the pilgrimage to try their own hand, or at least soak up the atmosphere.
Monhegan pretty much lived up to my expectations, and while I certainly took many photos of the village and shoreline (I'll post some of those later), I was not expecting forest, and was intrigued with the dead trees. The forest in the center of the island was, to use a cliche, like a cathedral, quiet and serene. Along the coast, high above the cliffs, many of the trees were kept to almost a bonsai version by the wind and weather. Trees once dead had their skeletal remains dried and whitened by the winds, in some places forming almost a "ghost forest".