We are staying on Monhegan Island, Maine for our second week this summer. "What is the allure?" some have asked us about this rustic destination where we have been blessed to spend time during each of the past nine summers? I could expound for pages and pages, but will abbreviate with this: The island is a sumptuous feast for the senses.
Here is a painting I'm heading off to finish this afternoon when the tide is heading out. I climbed over to a spot accessible only at tide 2/3 of its way out, and made a mental note to get out of dodge before the tide returns and cuts me off at the pass. (Don't know where the western metaphors are coming from)
I've been spending a lot of time again this trip in my sketchbook with pen and ink and watercolor... images for another post.
The second photo is our luggage in transit to the island a few days ago. We pack in bins. The bins are tucked under a tarp in the bow of the ferry... so much kinetic energy packed in plastic and duct tape.
Thanks for looking.
I love your paintings from Monhegan Island...beautiful!ReplyDelete