#483 • Just Another Foggy Day

 

It was just another foggy day out in the islands. We went ashore and walked by this sweet little summer house while stretching our legs on Vinalhaven.

A quick sketch on my iPad.

#482 • Maybe She Was Just Fishing

It was damp but not raining as we clawed our way through downtown Bar Harbor to the waterfront walkway finally finding relief from the heat and the mayhem that was thousands of cruise ship t-shirt collectors. 

We were there taking a break from days of sailing through fog and rain, and to check out the winter storms damage as we’ve been doing all summer along the coast and around the islands. A sizable chunk of shoreline was missing from the famous path shortening our walk by half, so we wandered over to the public wharf to check out the local fishing fleet. 

One of the boats had a blown a transmission. Her captain was suffering a big owie. Tom could relate and hung around to give him moral support. I decided to meander over to the other side of the wharf where I found a young woman fishing by herself down below me on one of the floats. 

She looked as if she had just left work. Her hair was stylishly cut and she wore a beautiful loose fitting light weight white jacket, long pleated black skirt, white gloves and upscale sneakers.

She was casting by herself - for mackerel is my guess. As I eased my way down the gangway, I noticed there was no bucket for her catch. Was she fishing to relax after work, looking for relief from the heat, people, noise? Maybe as a youngster she had learned to fish with her dad, and the simple graceful motion of casting fed her soul. Or maybe she was just fishing.

 

She represented such a contrast to what was happening in town and in my head, a reminder of the gifts received when time is loosely held for a minute to simply take a look around. 

iPad sketch - NFS

#481 • Swans Island Walk

It was a rare sunny day and on our way down east we stopped off for a night in Swans Island. We rowed ashore for a quick walk out to the lighthouse after suppah to stretch our sea legs. The temps had moderated a bit and the flying bitey bastards hadn’t come out yet. You have to pick your windows of opportunity.

I saw this and immediately a scene so typically Maine island that I had to do a sketch on my iPad before I forgot the feeling.

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#480 • Fog In the Thorofare

 

Hopefully fog is on break for a while out there in the water. Been a busy spring and early summer playing in it. It's almost impossible to stay on course when you're in it unless all eyes stay put on the compass or GPS. But before it fully engulfs it can be fascinating to watch move around.

Making our way across Penobscot Bay, we had just come out of the fog in the Fox Island Thorofare. I looked behind us and saw a finger drifting across to Southern Harbor. Sketched it out on my iPAd. 

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#479 • Moods on the Coast

 

A fan sent me an email hoping that I had not expired because I had not posted a weekly painting since winter. I confess it was because I was busy with work and having too much fun skiing in between.

I don't paint while I'm on the boat. Sailing is a full time job. Besides, summer for me is time to get out there and explore the landscape for those magical thoughts that only appear when you're not thinking. I also take a lot of photos for winter time inspiration. Sometimes I even paint what I capture though there's no way I ever compete with Mother Nature.

So I use my iPAD to jot down thoughts. It's fun and easy and there's no clean-up, another issue when you're trying to conserve water. These are a couple of different moods I encounter out there, and there certainly have been many.

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