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"Clam Point"

“Clam Point”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $750.00 USD

Compared to summer, this is a quiet place in early spring. No boats out on moorings. No paddle boards floating by. With water temperature near 50˚F, it is still too cool for much water activity except for waterfowl and fish and Osprey…

"Wasque from Left Fork"

“Wasque from Left Fork”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $750.00 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. $750.00 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…

"Perception"

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

To say Perception’s bottom paint caught my eye would be an understatement. It took me a few scouting tours to decide what time of day was optimal for painting. Lunches at the nearby Tavern helped the scouting, too…

"Crackatuxet"

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

A favorite corner of South Beach. I especially love this collection of last century buildings. This is what the Vineyard will always be to me, small scale, happy, close to the land and ocean. Of course, my vision is incomplete without summer, too, but off season has its own pleasures…

"Edge Of The Wood"

“Edge of The Wood”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $750.00 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. $750.00 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. $750.00 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…

"Toward The Light"

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

Another drismal day from rain to fog to falling mist. I waited out the mist while sitting in my van watching the weather radar start to clear. At the last possible moment, gathering up my gear, I hiked down from a few hundred feet above sea level to zero. With a fisherman’s sweater, parka and snow-pants, I was way overdressed for the hike down and had to peel off layers when I set up top of a large, 6 foot high boulder. It was flat calm, no air moving. I simmered in my remaining clothes as I frantically used up the 40 minutes until dark balancing my colors. The walk back up hill was swift and strenuous in the dark, raising my boots higher than normal upon each step so as not to trip on the now unseen rocks in the path…

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