Original Sold
Memories
Series
"Tidal Pool Depths"
A little world of warmth in the hollow of the ledge.
The tidal pool grabs our attention as the surf pounds the sand and
recedes.
The small stones are worn smooth by this relentless change of the
tide.
How long have they snuggled together in these depths -
months, years,
maybe decades?
Which wave brought them,
Which Child will carry them away?
17 x 35 Framed
with Prose
Memories Series
"The Dories Call"
Sometimes, as you stand at the town landing and peer over
the pilings at half tide,
the dories call. They float softly on the heavy, gray water while week end visitors
rush by,
outboards roar to life and gulls scream overhead. Fiberglass sides butt against hand made
plank. They lightly bob and creak against the dock and their tethers are taut,
then sag against
the soft swells of the harbor. From oar lock to outboard they stand ready, waiting, the
umbilical
cord from land to sea. The first step for the weekend sailor, or the local lobsterman
embarking on an ocean adventure. Oarlocks empty, motors silent, they wait and whisper on
the tide,
their many tales to tell. Yes, sometimes the dories call.
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Memories
Series
"The View from Bay Road"
There would be a few of us in our denim shorts, old beat up sneakers and tee shirts.
We would wander slowly from the beach toward the Town Landing. With drop lines in our back
pockets, we picked up friends along the way, doing all the things kids do at the beginning of
summer.
At the crest of Bayview Street we would wander to the right,
meandering along, kicking loose
stones until we reached our
special spot on Bay Road. To the left was the Yacht Club, Uncle
Bernie's buoys and the bait
house and the inner harbor backed by the mountain. To the right
the outer harbor and the bell buoy.
We scampered over and down the ledges covered with seaweed and
muscles where we
collected our "bait". It was the best place to scan the harbor before continuing on our way,
we never wanted to miss anything in Camden and the harbor was the center of our summer
world.
Original NFS
Memories Series
"Tidal Pool Reflections"
When I was real little my days at the beach were under the scrutiny of
Mom or Nana,
sometimes both. As they chatted with neighbors and
visitors to Camden. I would scoop sand
with an old spoon or look for
shells and lucky stones with white rings around them.
The surrounding
ledge was enormous to a toddler. In later years my favorite place
became
the tidal pool in the ledges. At low tide it was warm and
exciting with it's tiny residents of baby
crabs and snails. Seaweed
floated on the surface breaking the reflections of the summer sky.
As
the waves softly broke in the distance you became Gulliver with your
toes in the warm pool
and control of the world as far as your
imagination could soar and young arms could reach.
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Memories Series
"After the Squall"
It had been a
misty overcast morning with little hope of sun. Suddenly clouds appeared! They
billowed in from the west over the mountain, pushing out the
overcast and sending their fast
moving patches of light and shadow
across the lower slopes and the village rooftops. The
speed and
intensity with which they moved left you breathless. They were accompanied
by
blinding sheets of rain which textured the surface of the sea. In
moments the squall was gone,
the wind never having touched the
harbors gentle surf. I stood and watched as the receding
clouds churned and billowed. Their colors ranged from brilliant white
to the
deepest shade of
mauve, and underneath the "Mistress" was
outward bound, leaving a rolling gray - violet
wake on the harbors
heavy tide.
Original NFS
Artistic Statement
"Roseway Reflections"
The
fog had lifted except for a lingering mist off the water. I was
wandering around the docks
and turned to see "Roseway" with
her wooden hull and stately bowsprit towering above me.
The majestic
grace of her lines and the powerful image of her reflections on the
incoming tide
was irresistible. I felt I had to paint her. Since I
only had my camera with me, I rushed to take
several shots before the
tide and light changed. Capturing the reflections was of the utmost
importance to me. The soft sea captured strong reflections while her
aged rich hull mirrored
and softened the images of the dories tied
nearby.
Original 28 x 36 Framed
Memories Series
"Drying the Sail"
Camden
Maine is the homeport for many Schooners and Windjammers. "Appledore"
is one of
these. After a brisk sail around the neighboring islands and
coastal ports, she returns to a
glittering inner harbor. Moving slowly
towards the dock with watchful crew guiding her way
between the
moorings. The summer day is crisp and hot with a west wind and the
promise of
showers to come, but not now, now "Appledore" is
headed home and drying the sail.
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Memories Series
"Belfast Harbor Tug"
Gulls
glided effortlessly overhead. The Day had a hint of the evening chill
to come. All the
pleasure craft where hauled out, all their owners
gone for the season. Belfast had once more
become the working harbor
that was so often ignored in the summer. And there was the tug.
She
bumped softly against the barge at her side, recently painted and
awaiting her next job.
The brilliance of her red and white reflections
made a startling contrast to the barren hillsides in
the distance. The
barge proudly displayed the Stars and Stripes, now quiet in the calm of
the
day. Other than the occasional cry of the gull, the harbor was at
peace and the tug awaited her
next call to duty.
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The harbor ice
reflects the glow
of brightly twinkling lights.
Wind whistles through the lines or' head
shakes boughs, and brings the night.
While in the shrink wrapped quiet hull
a sailor works and dreams,
of sparkling skies and races won and ones yet to begin.
The winds will change
the ice will melt
and we’ll once more set sail.
A small dot in a warming sea, leaving a sparkling trail.
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