This image speaks volumns about the rocky coast of Maine and why it is so easy to fall in love with it. There are many inhabitable islands dotting the coast and points and peninsulas everywhere. You can see some across the water in this image. In addition, there are thousands upon thousands of tiny little "islands", no more than a few rocks in many cases, that manage to be magical places all their own, offering a foothold to just a few trees and grasses like this one has. Some are accessible by foot at low tide as this one is, and cut off from the world at high tide. They seem to have completely different personalities depending upon this accessibility. When they are cut off by high water, they fire the imagination. I think we humans are always wondering what secrets are hidden away on even the smallest of inaccessible islands, perhaps even buried treasures. Other tiny "islands" are never accessible by foot during any tide, but could be by boat. With something seaworthy as modest as a rowboat or kayak, which is what I have, you can paddle right up to your own magical oasis, and perhaps sit for a while on a rock or grassy spot to write or draw or just take it all in. I can think of other great places to do so, like on the tops of mountains, beside a trout stream, or in a little clearing in the woods, but none surpass these wonderful little island nooks on the coast of Maine.