|Going and Gone, Dayton, Maine / 10x10|
Imagine me at the top of a hilll in Dayton, Maine. In front of me is the farm field I sent in the most recent post.
I finished that painting, and took the time to back up a little, get a little distance on it, and then take a break by sitting on the floor of the van, where the side door opens.
When I looked out, and saw these trees, one in full-blown autumn colors, and the other nearly bare, I knew I was seeing a painting. I got another canvas out and began to paint.
I worked in journalism for 25 years, and one of the lessons I learned was always to look behind the story, figuratively and literally.
One of the most famous examples of this is Jimmy Breslin's piece on the man who dug John F. Kennedy's grave.
As the story was told to me, Breslin was to cover the funeral, and maybe he did or maybe he didn't. But what he did do was turn around and see Clifford Pollard, and write the story of him digging the grave for a president.
Seashore Trolley Museum
Even just from the driveway, it looks like a fun place. For starters, it has Boston MBTA cars like ones I rode when I lived there. It even has cars from a line I lived near, Riverside.
The website claims it's the largest electric railway museum in the world, though I have to say that, from the outside, it doesn't look like it would be. Then again, someone had the wherewithal to lay track nearly out to the road.
The website says that the collection includes vehicles from nearly all the cities in the US that had streetcars, and from cities around the world, as well.
Dog of the Day
I've met many dogs so far on my trip, and have lots of photos, but I'm feeling lonely for Koko and Woody and the rest of our gang, so I'm putting them in as today's Dogs of the Day.
A Final Thought
"How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days."
- - John Burroughs