And the things that we ate!
My personal favorite will always be codfish, here served with polenta with kale. But it’s equally likely to be grassfed beef, or a curry, or chicken stew. This week, I’m taking a look back at my summer, both in Maine and in Rochester. Fresh greens with nasturtium blossoms. When I arrived at Lakewatch Manor at …
Oh, the places we went!
Rocks off Port Clyde. “It’s opener, out there, in the wide, open air.”(Oh, the Places You’ll Go! by Dr. Seuss) This week, I’m taking a look back at my summer, both in Maine and in Rochester. There are more places to paint in the Rockland area than we can ever explore in a single week, …
Seven days of wood smoke and crackling leaves—Little Ol’ Me
New York Catskill Farm, pastel. I decided to shun-pike from New York City to Rochester after Rye Painters on Location one year, and found this fantastic site along the way. I’m in Maine for my last 2013 painting workshop! The frost isn’t quite on the pumpkin (at least not in Rockland or Rochester) but autumn …
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Seven days of wood smoke and crackling leaves— The Heidelberg School
An autumn morning, Arthur Loureiro, 1893 I’m in Maine for my last 2013 painting workshop! The frost isn’t quite on the pumpkin (at least not in Rockland or Rochester) but autumn is in the air. I’m leaving some wonderful fall landscapes for you. The Australian Impressionists are another group of painters I’ve shamefully neglected. The Heidelberg …
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Seven days of wood smoke and crackling leaves— Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot
A Road in the Countryside, Near Lake Leman, Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot, 1845-55 I’m in Maine for my last 2013 painting workshop! The frost isn’t quite on the pumpkin (at least not in Rockland or Rochester) but autumn is in the air. I’m leaving some wonderful fall landscapes for you. Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot was so repressive in his …
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