monhegan

We traded main land rain for island rain this weekend.  I haven't been out to Monhegan Island since I was a girl, and while it is hard to remember my time there, I do know that I have been trying to get back there for most of my adult life.  It is remote, untamed and mysterious in a way.  We walked most of the island's 17 miles of trails in the mist and rain and brief glimpses of sun.  We encountered many plein-air painters along the way.   Its hard not to feel pressure to join the history of all the artists who have sought the island's beauty for inspiration.  I brought my watercolors and did this sketch of the garden where we stayed.

the boys went fishing

My husband and son were up in New Brunswick last week at a fishing camp.  They didn't come home with any salmon, but they did take a few good photos.  I like this one of the water, it looks like a paint by numbers picture to me.

naomi's cards

I have known Naomi since we worked together at a bakery in Saratoga Springs when we were barely 20 years old.  We have kept in touch off and on throughout the years.  Naomi always remembers my birthday and above are a few of the cards that she makes and has sent me. 

  

acrylic/oil on panel 10x10"

The card I received last month had the note, " I am glad you are still painting, add a dab of purple for me", so I did.  Well, it is a pinkish purple.  

could it be?

A break in the rain,

and three finished paintings!

Summer moves along...