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.
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.
Artists’ and Captains’ Gam on Saturday, June 11 from 4-6 pm at Camden Falls Gallery will celebrate the opening of “Below the Waterline: Seven Weeks at the Shipyard,” featuring the work of Carol Douglas, Loretta Krupinski, and other artists.
Tuesday I ran through some composition rules for my students, including “don’t run rays out the very corners of your painting,” and “don’t cut off corners with diagonals.” On Wednesday, I broke both those rules. Not only did it work, but I knew it would from the first lines. I assume it’s because the closed corner acts as […]
As soon as the sun is over the tree line, I am headed down to Rockland to paint a scene that a crew member of the American Eagle told me about. Plein air is a concatenation of place and time. We painters can’t be everywhere, so we sometimes miss the most important views. On the […]
The forsythia blooming here is not the obedient, tightly pruned shrub of the suburbs, but the wild, sprawling mess of the shrub in its natural state. Along with spring flowers comes the first flush of license plates from away and visitors strolling along Main Street in Camden. I mentioned this to my pal Mary, who […]
Yesterday I was out bright and early to paint the American Eagle one more time before she slipped back into the sea. I was determined; I’d charged my camera the night before, and I was going to make a video of that ancient 15-hp winch moving a many-ton boat out to sea. High tide was […]
It is still cool enough to chill one’s bones, but one sees hints of spring everywhere. A ladybug sunning on my screen door and yellow willow shoots belie the cold breeze off the water. At Rockport Harbor I was flummoxed by another sign of spring: a crane dropping the fishermen’s dock into the water from the spot where […]
One of my favorite neighbors whom I’ve never met is Jason Philbrook from Rockland. Jason is a photographer; you can see his work here. I know a number of technical people who work to support their photography habit. Most of them have the advantage over the rest of us because they clearly understand what all […]