Frenchman Bay on the north side of Mount Desert is scattered with islands named the Porcupines. They have pine and hardwood forests on them with rocky cliffs and sandy beaches trimming their edges.
I sketched view this from the overlook on Cadillac Mountain. The tide was half way out and you could see the sandy skirts around each island.
The next day I was headed up the mountain in the late morning. The bay was still calm but the wind was starting to pick up out on the water. From the mountain you could watch the wind patterns across the bay as it went from still water that was iridescent yellow green to wind whipped dark blue.
This is Great Head with a huge cloud bank lifting off it.
On the loop road heading toward Thunder Hole you enter an alley of pines.
Great Head and all the ledges facing the open ocean were bathed in foam this day. The water had long ribbons of creamy froth all up and down the coast.
The weather was beautiful on this trip up to Mount Desert Island. It was chilly, no one was around as it was before season and the air was crystal clear. Even the rangers were talking about it. I did all these sketches as I did my first drive through the afternoon we arrived and I decided where I would paint the first day.
The sunset colors on Cadillac Mountain were amazing.
I stopped in Otter Cove at low tide and sketched the sand patterns as the tide swept out.
The pink granite at the Blue Hill overlook had huge cracks in it that were filled with blueberry bushes, pine and mosses of all different kinds.
Above Beaver Pond the ridge had big veins of granite running through it with pines clustered along it. Big puffy clouds blew out to sea.
Vicki & I headed up to Acadia National Park for a week of painting in late June before the tourists arrived. Eagle Lake was dreamy and moody when we pulled in to paint . Clouds were tearing across the mountains tops and it was misty with rain threatening. I loved the atmosphere and layers of subtle color.
The lake was still and the reflections were lovely.
There were bands of huge pines all along the eastern shore that were ragged and leaning from many years of strong wind.
As the clouds barreled across the mountain tops cracks would appear in the fog and you could see bright sunlight and bits of blue for a few seconds.
The next day we painted on the Schoodic peninsula which is the wilder, remote part of Acadia.
It was still overcast but brighter and no rain fell.