I’m not doing anything differently; I’m painting something different. It would be a sign of failure if my Maine looked like my New York, wouldn’t it?
Between painting and the reception, artists mostly want to stay out of the way. Lucky for us, our hosts had some lovely artwork, so we pottered around peering at things.
Yes, one can get blueberries from New Jersey, but they bear about as much resemblance to the Maine blueberry as plasticulture strawberries do to the ones that grow in my lawn.
9887.9 miles. Would I do it again? Absolutely.
There are times when haring off to new places makes lots of sense, and times when it’s a stupid choice. This was one of those latter times.
What in this bleak and cold landscape, with its buffeting winds and lack of topsoil, seemed attractive to the Vikings?
Why does the moose cross the road? Sometimes the answer is not pretty.
As much of a sucker’s game as feudalism is, it persisted in New France for centuries. Go figure.
Note: although this was posted yesterday, it failed to show up in the BDN queue or send to subscribers. I’m sorry if you’ve already read it from its link on FB. Today’s post will (hopefully) go out in an hour.
Virtually everyone on our continent is a southerner. Furthermore, most have not ventured north of the true Mason-Dixon Line, which is the 49th Parallel.