When we first moved here, that first August, the sun shone every day. This was a revelation to us .. we’d wake up in the morning and say, “Wow! The sun is shining again!” It seemed completely foreign to us Northwesterners! (Later we learned that this area was in a drought, and we should have had rain, but at the time it wouldn’t have mattered.) That first year I took my camera everywhere – and I think on the drive between our house and Wolfeboro I saw something different every single day. The painting on the barn door at Mirror Lake Farm. The tiny cemetery at the side of the road, tucked into the trees. The stone foundation of something at the intersection of Tuftonboro Neck Road. It was all fascinating to the two of us, who were more in tune with strip malls and parking lots. It was beautiful, a little mysterious, and begged to be explored further … as we had found with all of New England.