The Berkshires are terribly dry right now. Still, people WILL light illegal campfires and shoot off bottle rockets in the woods.
Hello, July! The maddest, gladdest, busiest time of year on the Maine coast is about to commence.
Marsh People can do lovely atmospherics, but there is no structure in their paintings, because it’s too much hassle to draw, or even to learn to draw.
The sun rose again this morning, even a few minutes earlier than yesterday. Despite our sleep depravity, It’s once again time to raise brushes.
This being Maine, the weather waited until we were irrevocably committed to a lighting structure and then sucker-punched us.
Somewhere in our lives we realize that our happy moments are not infinite. We have to savor them while we can. For me that epiphany came with cancer; in that respect it was one of the great blessings of my life.
As I’ve wandered around painting recently, residents have talked to me about eastern spruce dwarf mistletoe and what it’s done to their trees. I was surprised to read that it is native to New York as well as Maine, since I’ve never seen those characteristic “witches’ brooms” on trees in my natal state. I browsed […]