My office wall, where things I like to look at during the workday finally have been hung.
For the twelve months it took the earth to make a complete revolution around the sun,
the things to be hung huddled against the freshly painted walls, waiting for a hook and a hammer to welcome them home.
Yet one more 2020 metaphor, I suppose.
In any event,
the things are now hung and that act immediately transformed my office into a warmer, more pleasurable space.
I find it interesting that almost all of the photographs and prints I’ve collected over the years depict places that matter to me. Blueberry barrens in Hancock County. Fenway Park. A clutch of rowboats on the shoreline in Cape Porpoise. The ferry crossing Casco Bay on its way to Peaks Island.