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"Hay Rolls, Moo Lane"

“Hay Rolls, Moo Lane”

“Hay Rolls, Moo Lane”, this is a larger painting, 9″ x 12″, oil on canvas panel. $1000.00 USD

(Please note that this is 9″x 12″, more than double my normal size.) Today, I returned to Mermaid Farm to buy some vegetable plants. As I was backing up to turn about, my eyes caught the shadows draped across the lane to the dairy barn. I stopped, jumped out and took several photos. Looking at those pictures when I got home, I realized this was my next painting. I drove right back, set up and grabbed the only canvas panel I had left in my case, except, it had a painting from another day on it. Curses, if I drove back home the shadows would be gone. I found my larger case in the back with this one blank panel on it and went to work…

"Ford At Mermaid Farm"

“Ford At Mermaid Farm”

“Ford At Mermaid Farm”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $550.00 USD

I came to get milk. The farm stand by the road was empty. I walked up to the dairy barn and returned for this painting…

"By Chilmark Pond"

“By Chilmark Pond”

“By Chilmark Pond”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel.$550.00 USD

This location was scouted in the fog a few days ago. With the sun out today, I guesstimated about when would be the right time to come paint it. I barely made it before the shadows engulfed the lane completely. I was correct in my assessment that it would be a happy subject to paint when the sun and shadows came out…

"Deere In The Barn"

“Deere In The Barn”

“Deere In The Barn”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $550.00 USD

How many memories this old barn must contain. Cows, horses, chickens, raccoons, skunks, barn swallows, sparrows, doves, milk, eggs, hay, straw, grain, farmers, children, carts, tractors. The only tractor left seems to be a small John Deere riding mower peering out from the shadows within…

"Solstice Moon"

“Solstice Moon”

“Solstice Moon”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $550.00 USD

I motored to 3 different locations to capture the moon rising. I got my bearings mixed up and came here to sort it all out and paint this view instead. Never mind that there were heavy clouds along the east horizon, I soon realized I might be in “the spot” after all. I almost stopped before the moon peeked out. A fisherman suddenly appeared, walking up by the tree in the painting, holding a 34″ striped bass he had just that minute caught. I resisted temptation and kept painting, eventually fishing after dark. I returned home canvas full but fishless…

"Red Beach"

“Red Beach”

“Red Beach”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $550.00 USD

A beautiful sunny day found me closeted in my van while I did this painting. The wind had died and it was gorgeous out. Not a soul was on the beach, nor in the parking lot. I soon discovered why. The no-see-ums were the force to be reckoned with. They were under my hat, in my glasses, on my hands, in my ears, on my neck, all over me within moments of stepping out of the vehicle. Retreat was my only option…

"Blossom"

“Blossom”

“Blossom”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $550.00 USD

I was alerted to this magnolia being in bloom at the Polly Hill Arboretum. As soon as I got there it started pouring rain. I put my rain jacket on and walked about in the downpour finding shelter under trees. I dared to take some photos under those conditions. Everything was at its darkest tonal value from being wet and it was near the end of daylight hours so all dark areas were darker still. Yet the rain made them have a vision of softness. Scents of this or that bloom would suddenly waft up among the rain drops and assault my senses. The rain stopped and I rushed back with my equipment and worked swiftly as it was dripping off the trees and could restart any time…

"West Basin Fog"

“West Basin Fog”

“West Basin Fog”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $550.00 USD

Luckily there were no 15 to 30 mph winds today as there seemingly have been for the last few weeks. However, it absolutely poured rain. All day. Just before sunset, the radar showed it was gone. In its place was a wicked thick fog. Again. Even though the skies still looked like rain, I ventured out. I soon found myself headed back to Lobsterville and the West Basin in Aquinnah. I had no plan in mind, except that maybe I would catch dinner when finished painting. After circling around Captain Buddy Vanderhoop and his charter fishing boat, Tomahawk, on its trailer in the end parking lot, having some out of water work done to it, I backed into the visitor lot. I set up under my opened lift-gate, just in case the radar was wrong, at least I would have half my gear under cover. As it got gloomier with more fog shifting about, I could hear Captain Buddy maneuvering his rig into the launch shoot. As I, too, finished my task, I came to realize how wet it was on everything outside my van. Even my glasses had fogged up. I was lucky to see enough to paint. Driving back, I stopped by the 1st parking lot to fish, only to find 20 other fishermen already in place, waders on, slicker hoods up, casting into the gloaming. I soon enough joined them and slipped into their picket line of moving rods. I worked the water for an hour with a few hits on each of my 2 favorite lures, but they were all very small striped bass, schoolies as we call them. It was a nice cocoon like feeling standing 20 feet out in water up to my thighs. Surrounded by fog and near darkness, I could barely see the comrades on either side even when one had to switch on his headlamp to untangle his line or unhook a small fish. The rhythm of the undulating water was in itself mesmerizing in the muffled night. Slowly, the line thinned as each and every fisher-person realized we had been fooled, there were no big ones out there tonight.…

"Poison Ivy, Lobsterville"

“Poison Ivy, Lobsterville”

“Poison Ivy, Lobsterville”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $550.00 USD

New, spring poison ivy always amuses me. It starts out orangey pink, matures to shiney green and ages to red in the fall. They are my warning signs of where and when I may paint there. In winter, as long as I do not break any bark or branches against my skin, I can roam where I like. Now, as the leaves come out, I must restrict myself or greatly suffer the consequences. Ah, but it is nice to paint it from afar…

"Changing Sitters"

“Changing Sitters”

“Changing Sitters”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $550.00 USD

I had thought about fishing for bluefish for dinner instead of painting, but the winds drove me to seek shelter. Down in this hollow, at the Tashmoo Waterworks spring, there is usually cover from a strong breeze, unless it is from the North. Today it was calm, and exciting. I had scouted here a week ago and knew the swans were on nest. What I didn’t know was the nest was full of hungry mouths to feed! They were quiet, yet were looking about for food. Probably just hatched out of their shells. Both parents stayed very close to the brood and afforded me ample time to paint them. A treat, to be sure…

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