to all who still believe.
Tuesday, December 24, 2019
Tuesday, December 3, 2019
#365 • Cheer Up!
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It could be worse - you could me right now. I keep forgetting I have snow tires, having not had them for 50 some odd years. They're in our shed - warm, clean and snug in a plastic bag. I've got an appointment to have them put on next week which doesn't help me right now, but it is what it is. I think I can remember what it's like careening the state without them.
Fortunately, being a freelancer has its benefits during times like this. I can work from home. I don't have to travel until tomorrow. In the meantime, cheer up! Maybe, just maybe, this storm will clear out tonight and leave in its wake a uniquely-silent-other-worldly-city-snow-walkabout, where the only sound is that of the breathless cursing by snow shovelers. On the other hand, you might be pitted against the maniacal-fire-breathing-snow-throwing-iron-dragons that are our city plow trucks. Be careful out there.
Cheer Up! • 8" x 8" acrylic framed to 12" x 12" • $250
Wednesday, November 13, 2019
#364 • That Moon
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That moon still gets to me. Maybe it's witnessing a ball so huge suspended up there with no strings or base holding it up. Or wait, maybe it's gravity I'm in awe of. As I explained to my grandson Jack, I don't see the wind, I just see things in the wind. So actually, I don't see gravity, I just see the moon in gravity.
The gravity of this realization is beyond comprehension, like the moon, and gravity. So I guess I'm back to square one. Just plain awe.
That Moon • 8" x 8" mixed media framed to 12" x 12" • $250
Tuesday, November 12, 2019
#363 • Somehow I Missed A Season
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We have snow on the ground. I was tempted to do a snowfall painting in celebration, but decided to get a few other themes in before. Somehow I missed a whole season.
It started many years ago when I decided I wanted fruit trees, a vegetable garden or two, and flowers beds. The number of plots grew every year because, in hind sight, I forgot in the spring what I had to do the fall before to put everything to bed for the winter.
Today, seasonal yard work around here is a big project. I figure we might as well get used to it because when we're too old to work, ski and sail, hike and everything else we pack into a year, this land and our home will be who we become full time. Weeders.
Somehow I Missed A Season • 8" x 8" framed to 12" x 12" • $250
Thursday, October 17, 2019
#362 • Looking Upriver
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The leaves were already on their way out by the time I found time to stop and snatch this sketch. One of these days I'll do it justice, but right now, it's the way it looked just before the big blow.
I guess I was taking it for granted - it's a scene I see every time I go over the bridge in Kingfield. This is one of the reasons some of us live up here. As a local transplant once said to me when I asked him why he left Brooklyn, New York, "you can't beat the commute to work."
Looking Upriver • 8"x8" acrylic framed to 12"x12" • $250
Thursday, October 10, 2019
#361 • A Fisherman's Place
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There aren't too many of them left along the coast of Maine - places where fishermen live where they work, that is. There's a little stretch in Stonington where the natives seem to be hanging on. It doesn't seem to change much from year to year, thankfully.
A sure sign that things might be tipping for the worse, however, was an experience we had this past summer. You never used to have to worry about getting a real Maine lobster roll in Stonington, but my daughter - she was so excited, bought one in town, closed her eyes, opened her mouth big and wide and took a bite three times her size only to discover that someone had put tarragon in the mayo. Who the hell puts tarragon in the mayo in a lobster roll, she gagged? I didn't mind it too much, but it sure wasn't what I was expecting either. Is there a curse that can be used on these interlopers who think they can change the real Maine lobster roll and get away with it?
A Fisherman's Place 8 8" x 8" acrylic framed to 12" x 12" * $250
Thursday, October 3, 2019
#360 • The Biggest Full Moon I'd Ever Seen
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The week before we hauled the boat is when I saw the biggest full moon I've ever seen.
We had dinner in Rockland and then watched Maiden. I had seen it. Tom had not. The guy behind us was on his fifth go around. The Strand is a great little theater. But Maiden was even better. It was a great night. Fun dinner, beautiful theater, great movie. A trifecta.
On our way back out to the boat in the dark, I was in the bow of the dinghy scanning for navigational markers and lobster buoys with my penlight. We would have been thrown in the clinker had we been caught by marine patrol. Actually we could have been run over by a cruise ship. But we weren't.
Tom spotted it first - over my shoulder. It was so big I couldn't see it at first. And then I did. A monster was cresting over Vinalhaven. That's the biggest f...... moon I've ever seen, I exhaled. And it was. We watched it float up and into the cloud bank, and that was the end of the show.
And finally, who had the most cribbage wins for the 2019 summer sailing season? It wasn't Tom!
The Biggest Full Moon I'd Ever Seen • 8" x 8" acrylic framed to 12" x 12" • $250
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