I can still hear the surf on Monhegan Island even after a trip yesterday into New York to visit the Cloisters-such a different world-also one I would love to paint.
Then today talking with a fellow artist /photographer I was being urged; strongly urged and encouraged, to visit a nearby farm where I might paint wonderful barns and pumpkins and yet another farm with horses and fall color and, and, and…
I need to stay with waves and rocks, asters and goldenrod, dying spruce and moss.
I need to slow down and paint!
Stop the world! I want to get off!!!
And as if that is not enough, Having resumed my morning walks I am seeing reflections in the marsh, flocks of cedar waxwings tipping off soft needled branches in quest of slate blue juniper berries, clouds that pile up in the blue; more images than I could paint to in a life time.
Wild flower bouquet from Monhegan that made it home in my back back.
And it’s all-“One Long Goodbye”
Holly (Angel in the dust)