Day 289 "Fishing - Three Generations" ink & watercolor

We walked down to the dockside coffee shop today, The Barnacle, to see off our friends' daughter and her fiance.  There is a a lot of choreography to the arrival and departure of the ferries here; arrival of passengers and friends, pick up trucks backing onto the dock to transport luggage, hugs hello, hugs goodbye, occasional jumpers from the dock into the frigid harbor waters as a send off, riders tossing wildflowers into the harbor as they pull away as a sign they will return.  It is fascinating.  Before and between all of that, there is quiet time on the dock for fishing, or sitting with a sketchbook, or listening to the waves lapping.  Today, these three generations were fishing on the dock together, comfortable.  I grabbed a quick sketch. 
This is my two hundred eighty-ninth daily drawing.  Thank you for continuing to look.  I appreciate your time. 

Day 116 "Going Fishing" ink and china white pencil 9 x 7

Caught these men heading over the grass on their way to fish off some Maine rocks.  They look a little like a father and son walking a path they have walked many times before; moving in comfortable silence in the sparkling sunshine.  
I did a light contour in pen and then used india ink in several washes.  I added some china white pencil in a few places at the end.  This is my hundred sixteenth daily drawing.  Each involves ink in some way.  Thanks for looking.

"Fishing" watercolor and ink 5 x 5

Back to my sketchbook during this long, gray, snowy winter.  I have a lot of source material from Monhegan Island, and am working on a series of images from the dock.  Everyday, there are young (and older) people on the dock passing the time in ways that hearken back to another era.  They fish, they read, they swim, and toss things, and just hang out. 
When I was a child, my parents owned a house on Cape Cod. We spent a month there every summer and commuted every weekend during the school year as well, at least for the first few years before sports took over our free time.  On the weekends, I spent hours sitting on the dock at the public beach nearby.  I would watch, listen, and absorb the rhythm of the waves below me.  These children on the dock remind me of those times.  I'm going to build on the series, and use these as studies for some oil paintings. 
In the spirit of the Olympics, check out this very short video I shot on the Monhegan dock a couple of summers ago.  You'll see what I'm talking about:

Island Olympics - Monhegan 

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