Pure Americana

A bit quiet on new posts the last week or so, that's because we're in New England on a family road trip. Absolutely loving Maine, it's pretty much all I picture America to be, or rather all I want America to be. Away from the coast it offers a pure and rugged slice of Americana that matches my Hollywood and literary imprints. Dirt roads through the vast forests, general stores, logging trucks, huge wide rivers, Dutch barns, clapboard houses, trailer homes with old pick-ups parked in front and inhabited by folks of all persuasions with a common need for freedom and escape.

This view could only get more American if Uncle Sam himself
were to stride by.... Solon Hotel, Solon, Maine. Fabulous!