Summer Rain

 We were determined to paint, but the forecast predicted rain. We found a spot under the Sakonnet Bridge, which protected us from the downpours which happened on and off. Cooper found his happy place and settled down.

Then the sun came out, and as my fellow painters know, everything changed! See the fourth picture to see that bright sunlight! It’s tempting to follow that, but I stuck with my plan- a rainy day painting.

Here’s the final painting- Summer Rain. Available for sale Spring Bull Gallery in Newport, RI and from my gallery on the Daily Paintworks.

Waiting

There’s waiting and then there’s waiting. With only one car on our trip, when Ted goes golfing I have to decide - do I want it to go off and do something on my own, or just hang out at the coach.

With a 4+ hour block of time I took the car, then came back to the Bayonet and Blackhorse Golf  where he was playing.

It’s in the town of Seaside, not far from Monterey and the Monterey Peninsula. Gorgeous, warm, quiet, and look who appeared as I was finishing up!

Santa Barbara Plein AIr

 Southern California weather makes for a plein air session without some of the usual hassles we find in the Northeast - bugs, wind, too hot or too cold. 
Maybe you who live here don’t agree but it was heaven to me.
I went over to the Santa Barbara Mission but was more interested in this house across the street. I couldn’t resist that tile roof.
In my happy place for a couple of hours!

Spouting Rock and how things have changed

Years ago, before the signs and the fences, we would climb up and over these rocks to see the high and wild spume that was present at high tide from a deep crevice in the rock face. It fascinated us all and is a childhood memory for my kids. 

Inaccessible today, I painted from the shore. 

8x10, oil on linen panel. 

Red Umbrella

Set up for my plein air still life class. It's always interesting to see which elements prove to be challenging- in this case it was the chair- not wanting it to be too precisely defined.

Rockland

Exploring the area by the docks in Rockland, Maine I happened

on this little dilapidated shed and was struck by the extreme value contrast. I wanted to capture that foggy morning light.