Happy Sunday. It is the season of the Lupine in Maine. Some of the best stands are along verge the length of Interstate 95, particularly north of Freeport. Of course, those will never be photographed, at least by me, as I am not about to merge back onto the highway without a running start. Not even for the love of Lupines.

This stand is in Kennebunkport, and has been there every year for longer than the memories of the locals. This year the mix of buttercup made the blues even more intense.

I debated with myself about leaving the out of focus Lupine on the right in the frame or cropping it out. In the end I decided, obviously, to leave it in, as I think it increases the impression of depth.

Of course it is impossible to take just one shot (or two or three shots) of a stand of Lupines like this, so here is a little slideshow. Lupine Love. (It is available up to full 1080i HD.)

I am writing this, this rainy Sunday morning, from a motel room near Bar Harbor Maine. With the best laid plans we came up this weekend to visit a daughter who lives here, and one who is working here for the summer…and to photograph, among other things, the Lupines of Mt. Desert Island. Of course we did not figure on the rain, which looks set to keep us doing indoors kind of things most of the trip.

So it is a particular blessing that a casual conversation with my daughter (yet another) reminded me of this field of Lupines closer to home, and I ran out on Friday morning while doing some field testing of a new tripod to take this series. While the Lupines of Mt. Desert Island have more allure, the Lupines of home are still wonderful.

And, for Sunday, there is of course, a spiritual truth there. As Americans we do a lot of running around after something special, and this seems particularly true of my generation of Christians. But of course, if you don’t take time to see what is special right at home, then there is little hope the something special you find elsewhere will change anything of significance in your life. In fact, isn’t that exactly the change that would have the most effect…an opening of the eyes to what is special where ever you are.

Still, I might have missed this field of Lupines in full bloom, though I know full well it is there every June, if not for that passing word from my daughter. I am thankful that there are greater forces at work, when it comes to what is truly special in the world around us, than you or I 🙂