My office last weekend. High atop High Head looking out towards Truro and PTown way in the distance.
the cape is gleaming tidy white and cedar shake cottages lined up in a row, as beachgoers enjoy time off from the hustle and bustle of their Boston or Manhatten lifestyles. seagulls crying out loudly to one another, as they glide in picking minnows out for brunch, while hiway 6 starts to crowd with people eager to get to Provincetown, the energy so thick you can feel it at the city limits. turn of the century cottages enveloped in distinctive light from being surrounded by water on three sides, and dunes on the outskirts of town stories high, looking out onto a serene and yet hauntingly dangerous atlantic ocean. boats grounded in the burnt sienna sand waiting for high tide water to rescue them, while kids jump off train trestle tracks into the refreshing water, washing off the previous school year all with one dive. gleaming harbors surrounded by working boats sustaining their captains and crews families sitting happily beside craft meant for nothing but pleasure and speed, keeping the minds of their owners off work and demands of frenetic lifestyles. their windpowered brethren skitter across the water pushed by balmy hot breezes while the sun sets lighting up the surface of the water with millions of refractive diamonds. it sinks slowly into the water extinguishing the blazing orange heat turning the sky lavender in the far reaches of the sky, and the brightest stars make their appearance as if coming onto a stage. the cool purples close in on the orange hues, chasing them into the water and the whole sky cools off, but not the air. sounds of clinks of glasses at the nearby restuarant mix with the laughs of happy people thinking how blessed they are to be in such a fairytale place, content in the knowledge that it will all be there again tomorrow.
It is wonderful to read your description - painted with words!
thanks barbara. maybe i'll read this blog post when i'm old and gray and enjoy remembering what i saw and felt on this trip. you would love the place as well!
Great capture - by words, by photo and by your paintings.
dave- thanks! the place is inspiring and i can wait to go back
Met you the other day at Deb Spangs framing studio. Hope you had a wonderful time at the Cape. You certainly had great painting weather, no rain.
Before you frame a piece, do you put any type of varnish, or liquin on it? I know you move your paintings into the frames quickly.
Joanne Talbot Quinn
joanne- nice seeing you the other day at debs
i dont put anything as i like the semi shine i get putting on lots of paint. the lukas paint only takes a few days to dry before i pop em in a frame. if i know i'm pushed for time i wipe off the paint around where i know the lip of the frame will hit so it'll dry quicker. then i slap it in that bad boy!
You're a poet!
thanks christine! i'm a poet and didnt.... know.... i was LOL
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