My parents own a small cottage on the Northern Coast of Maine in a town called Blue Hill. So much of who I am today was shaped in this small coastal town. Nothing mattered when you got to Maine. Cell phones would be put away and we didn't have a TV. We would instantly be immersed in the smells, tastes and sites that filled us up completely.

Blue hill was forgiving. You got to be dirty, eat with your hands, bathe outside and play endlessly in the water and the woods. It is a place that I will cherish forever and these photos are a reflection of my love affair with Blue Hill.

© 2018 by Julia Shepley.