“the windblown ocean plain stretched dark as indigo to a horizon knife-sharp against the golden lower sky from gold became the imperceptible gradations of emerald, and the emerald became colbalt; and the colbalt, a deep purple at the zenith-often so dark, that zenith sky, that one could see the moon by day and almost, one imagined, stars.”  Rockwell Kent We have always been drawn to Maine for its natural beauty and for its authenticity. Here, you can see fisherman, artists, boat builders and summer families play out traditions that have been in play for generations- in a cycle of life that has changed little over hundreds of years. Of course over time, the small seaside villages along Coastal Route 1 have become quite gentrified.…