Reflections in Time
We are bound to the past in the light of the present. As the sun nears the horizon warming the soft light of winter, I peer through 100 year old windows to the past on Cushing’s Island. Cottages bundled up for the winter hold common treasures representing families’ hopes, dreams and necessities. They conjure the imagination of summer’s carefree days where screen doors slam behind barefoot kids running to the beach.