"By noon, and in a moment's time it seemed, the baffling pale curtain lifted, and spread out before us in the most lavish display of color and brilliance possible, lay the blue jeweled water, the familiar green islands, the moving flecks of white, yellow, and green boats... The arch of the heavens loomed stupendously and the twinkling floor of the sea stretched into the infinite. No greater miracle ever happened!" 

–N.C. Wyeth to his daughter, Henriette, Port Clyde, Maine, July 20, 1935