There’s something to be said for not jumping in too fast to ‘fix’ a plein air piece. You can easily destroy what’s quirky and wonderful about it because to your tired eyes it looks just wrong.
The color of light is one of the most important concepts in painting. It’s most easily understood on a snowy winter day.
Donovan’s mumbling about his “antediluvian baby” seemed perfectly appropriate to the Old Girl on my canvas. I laughed, and my groove was finally back.
Without the humble ship’s cook, none of us would be here today.
It is ironic that so many of the contemporary Maine windjammers are from ‘away’, because in the 19th century Maine led the nation in schooners and sloops engaged in the coasting trade.
“Oh, snap!” I thought. The tides and the changing length of the day are just two physical manifestations of something we learned in high school. It was great to have my gut feeling validated like that.
The Maine coast was quarried for two centuries to build America. There are certain parts of the coast I cannot visit without seeing the Manhattan skyline overlaid on the scenery.
It’s a fine crew who can sail in a stiff breeze and not sacrifice a single one of your brushes to Neptune.
From working in and around tourist destinations, I’ve noticed how perennially exhausted most people are when they arrive on vacation. Still, they fight to stay awake, since their vacation is the one week they’ve set aside for fun.
I have entered nautical twilight. I have left you a few super-short short stories. I challenge you, dear readers, to finish them.