Moving to Hull MA on the seashore, from Honeoye Falls NY with fertile woods and streams, presented fresh challenges to my eye.
The greens and shade colors, light and air of Western NY and the Finger Lakes were utterly different from the reflected light of sand and water on this nearly arid tongue of land that projects into the ocean on Boston's southern seashore.
Summers are my most beloved painting times. Our family cottage in Canada is a gift of unending visuals and comfort. The territory is sweetly familiar, enjoyed no more than a month each year, always leaving me longing to return.
The path winding from the house through woods, across a little bridge my father in law built, leads to the boathouse. Hummingbirds hid a minescule nest on a hanging branch over this path.