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"On My Walk"

“On My Walk”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $595.00 USD

I pass this house a few times a week on my winter’s daily walk. It always makes me smile when I come upon it. Sometimes there are otter in the little saltwater estuary and sometimes duck and now a chorus of red wing blackbirds. At low tide the pond is mostly empty and high can fill it to the brim. I won’t try to paint this again until fall as the poison ivy is leafing out and it was up to my waist where I stood…

"Wasque from Left Fork"

“Wasque from Left Fork”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $595.00 USD

Wasque (way-sque (as in squeek)), off in the distance, is one of the most terrific fishing spots on Chappaquiddick Island. It is the confluence of the Atlantic Ocean and the Sound tides 90 degrees to one another, a turbulent place for waves, fish, bait, boats and fishermen. This view is hardly ever noticed as one drives right past while going to South Beach. The foreground is Herring Creek and the farther body of water is Katama Bay. I only noticed this because I had gotten out of my car and had gone for a bird walk looking for Great Blue Heron in the Creek…

"Quansoo Creek"

“Quansoo Creek”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.

This scene attracted me a year ago, but the pond has been over full of water until now. Only when the dune has been cut open to the sea does it get this low…

"Beach Cabanas"

“Beach Cabanas”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $595.00 USD

A pleasant day of location scouting lead me to the cabanas near sunset. Since last painting here, earth moving equipment had been building up the beach and dunes for a few years. The seas and winds had removed the sand as the tide line crept up to the decks of the bathing houses, threatening to carry them away. A multi-million dollar effort of moving dredging spoils from a nearby channel widening project replenished beach and dunes. However, the way nature moves sand in and out and away, I don’t expect this area to remain flush for long…

"Edge Of The Wood"

“Edge of The Wood”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $595.00 USD

Behind a vernal pool on the edge of the Great Pond grows this elderly oak. Toward sunset the lingering light catches its branches and graces them with gold…

"End Of The Bend"

“End of The Bend”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $595.00 USD

This is from the eastern end of Bend-In-The-Road Beach. Erosion is bad along this stretch of sand. The dunes on the right are in their 3rd reincarnation, having been rebuilt for the second time last year. Nor’Easters have no mercy here. I beat the fog while working on this painting. Forty-five minutes later, even the first little pond was covered in mist…

"Swans Black Point"

“Swans, Black Point”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $595.00 USD

The swans were so white out in the landscape that I couldn’t ignore them. They added an uplifting feeling to the end of the day…

“Fog”

"Fog"

“Fog”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.

This was a difficult day. The fog was overbearing. Obvious subjects were not visible. I found a hopeful location, but wandered about aimlessly until I came back to my starting point…

"Skiff"

“Skiff”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $595.00 USD

A beautiful warm day found me driving out to the beach. This pond skiff was just waiting for me when I got there…

"March Moon"

“March Moon”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.

Today (actually 2 days ago) I knew the moon would be coming up a 1/2 hour before sunset. I just wasn’t exactly sure where. I wanted to set up so that it would be very near the light, but I hadn’t done my calculations. It also got lost rising behind the low cloud bank and was 10 minutes late. So I painted and just forgot about it as I got into a rhythm. It was suddenly there, pink at first blush from going through the purple clouds. Then it yellowed-oranged out into its full splendor…

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