Hello, July! The maddest, gladdest, busiest time of year on the Maine coast is about to commence.
Someday, you will move past whatever is blocking your painting. You will look back and understand that the problem was never you; it was just how life is.
God has shown himself to be intensely interested in material culture, despite arguments to the contrary. To me, that validates creativity as one’s life work.
Even excellent painters flub the first time they see a boat. There is something about them that defies reality, that forces us to see them as if we were looking down on them.
Friends talk each other out of bad ideas; after that, real friends pop open a beer and say, “Hey! Watch this!”
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.