Between two islands, the Margaret Todd slips into gold—its sails drawn toward the fading light like a memory returning home. Many have experienced the quiet magic of a sunset cruise aboard this schooner as it glides through Frenchman Bay, while countless others have watched from shore, the sight forever woven into their memory of Bar Harbor. As the sky turned to flame, many have watched the Margaret Todd slowly unfurl its sails and drift across the glowing horizon. The sky burning not with fire, but with farewell. For me, it was an evening walk along the Shore Path by the Bar Harbor Inn that sparked the creation of this painting. This is no voyage of distance, but of hush and wonder—a quiet surrender to beauty that cannot be held, only followed. A reminder to chase the light before it fades.
Between two islands, the Margaret Todd slips into gold—its sails drawn toward the fading light like a memory returning home. Many have experienced the quiet magic of a sunset cruise aboard this schooner as it glides through Frenchman Bay, while countless others have watched from shore, the sight forever woven into their memory of Bar Harbor. As the sky turned to flame, many have watched the Margaret Todd slowly unfurl its sails and drift across the glowing horizon. The sky burning not with fire, but with farewell. For me, it was an evening walk along the Shore Path by the Bar Harbor Inn that sparked the creation of this painting. This is no voyage of distance, but of hush and wonder—a quiet surrender to beauty that cannot be held, only followed. A reminder to chase the light before it fades.
