I’m not much of a photographer, but this trip inspired me to try.
|Sunset, approaching our home-away-from-home, the schooner American Eagle.
The northeast’s best season is autumn, and we rolled into it while I was teaching aboard schooner American Eagle. Warm sun, blue skies, and light breezes meant that I kept telling myself, “I wish I could bottle this and save it for winter.” That, of course, is impossible. Instead, I soaked it up as well as I could.
|Schooner Heritage soaking up the last of the sun at Pulpit Harbor.
This was my last workshop of calendar year 2021. I’m pretty chuffed at how well all my students have painted all year, and this week has been no exception.
|Tidal flats on an unoccupied island. The beach is washed clean twice a day.
A photo is a poor approximation of an experience, but that and our memories are all we generally come home with. (Of course, my students also bring home paintings.)
|The sky created crazy beautiful effects.
I’m not much of a photographer to start with. I tend to snap and let the pieces fall where they may. I don’t generally even pick up my cell phone when I’m painting. That’s not a philosophy, it’s sheer cussedness. I’ve had to ask Ken DeWaard if he has pictures after we’ve painted somewhere together.
|Lobsterboat coming home at dusk to Isleford harbor.
This sailing trip was different. I came home with dozens of snaps on my cellphone. The sky constantly shifted its optical effects. Our fellow windjammers flew against a backdrop of blue-against-blue. Harbor porpoises wheeled alongside our boat. We stopped at Little Cranberry Island and walked its peaceful streets.
|Bell buoy and the Bass Harbor Light.
Next week, we start a new session of Zoom and plein air classes. If you meant to enroll but haven’t, I have limited openings:
- Monday nights, 6-9 PM EST, there is one seat left.
- Tuesday mornings, 10 AM-1 PM EST, there are three seats left.
- Local plein air, Thursday mornings, 10 AM-1 PM EST, there are many seats left.
If you want more information or to register, email me.
|There are times when the ocean appears to be made of aluminum foil.