While the icy winds of winter blow against my windowpane my mind travels back to a summer not long ago. I was in the editing phase of Sweet New England and it was the heart of summer, the perfect time to do a cover shoot in, of course, New England. For a few days I pulled my eyes away from the computer screen and looked out over the sea with more than my imagination. A book has but one cover and choosing the right photograph, from the many collected in the shoot, was difficult. It seemed every picture was more beautiful than the last. And so it is with New England. We shot photographs of Cape Cod with its beautiful beaches and quaint cottages and weathered seaports.
We looked up into the masts of tall ships and stood dizzy on their decks.
Of course no photo shoot in New England would be complete without a lovely lighthouse.
New England is the birthplace of my husband and the location of my most pensive novel. It is a story of survival. When I went looking for a cover I wanted something beautiful and those pictures were easily found through every angle of the camera. But for Sweet New England I wanted more. More than the feeling of rich history and sea breezes against the skin while walking along rugged beaches. It was not until returning home, through careful and thoughtful searching, that the right picture from the collection emerged. In my book the sea captain has named his ship the Baroque. In my mind it is a pearl upon the sea. In life we can float or we can sink.
We can live in the most beautiful of places, simple or grand, but it is up to us to find our own way in each of our hearts. To choose happiness, joy and perseverance. Or darkness, loneliness and defeat.
I find these pictures both thoughtful and uplifting. To me they are friendly and welcoming and illustrate the promise of warmer days and summer winds. I'm a sucker for promise. It fills my heart and shines light on all of my days. Like New England it is sweet and rugged.
I hope these pictures bring you the promise of the warmth of summer winds. Please come again next week and perhaps, next summer as well.