I painted this last week in New Jersey. Yes, New Jersey!
I’ve had my eye on this swamp for a few years now. It’s enormous. According to
a woman who came hiking by, it used to be a woodland, and then beavers came
along and dammed up the stream, eventually turning it into a wetland. I like it
this way. So does the pileated woodpecker who was tearing chunks out of one of
the dead trees.
I discovered this boat yard a couple weeks ago. It appears
to be where boats go to live out their final days. There must be a hundred
boats in various stages of decrepitude, leaning this way and that, with grass
growing up between them. It seemed deserted and somewhat creepy. I wandered
around for a while, feeling just a tiny bit scared, not knowing what I’d
encounter around the next hull. Then I found this tug. It’s falling apart,
rotting into the river. But I love it. It was built in 1911. I’ve since met the
owner of the yard, and now it’s not creepy at all. I’ve painted the tug twice
so far, once perched on an old steel barge next to it, and today on a nice,
Portrait Painting: I will be painting half-hour portraits
this Sunday at the Ajna Wellness Center Artisan Fair in Croton. Email me if
you’d like to schedule a portrait ahead of time, or just stop by. We’ll be
there from 12 to 4.
I brought a thermos of tea to keep me warm while I painted today, but the cup rolled into the lake, never to be seen again. And I discovered that I cannot drink scalding hot tea straight from the thermos. But it was a beautiful, sunny morning at Teatown. A big blue heron let me get quite close, and a swan swam over to see what
I was doing. There are so many colors on the water this time of year--the trees
are just hinting at changing, the lily pads are still bright but with a touch
of gold, and there’s some nice purple-y stuff floating around with them.
Click Here to Bid I painted today at Blue Mountain, one of my favorite places to
paint once the fall colors start. Lots of great trails for running, too. It was pretty chilly
standing still in the woods, where the morning sun couldn't quite reach me. But
it was worth it to be all alone, painting, listening to critters and birds move
about, and the occasional plop of something small in the pond. Time to start
bringing along a thermos of hot tea.