Thursday, November 2, 2017

Near Rutland

Near Rutland / 10x10

As I drove into Vermont, I found myself doing a thing I'd found myself doing already on this trip - traveling roads I know, going to destinations I've loved.

I hadn't planned on doing this, and in fact, it came as somewhat of a surprise to me, though now, looking back, I react with an amazed "duh."

Why hadn't I thought I'd visit my old haunts? Why hadn't I thought I'd go back to places that I lived, homes that I loved, areas that I knew?

I think that when I was planning the trip, I simply wasn't focusing on my past, or on myself. I was focusing on the present moment, and the trip, and places to go to make paintings that would delight all of you.

So when I found myself choosing to go toward Bolster's Mills, in Maine; choosing to go to Plymouth Union, in Vermont; choosing, in fact, to go to New England in the first place, when I look back at it, it surprised me - and made me look afresh at these places I once knew so well.

Rutland and the area around it is one of those places. I found this farm and made this painting on a road I'd never known, but in a place whose light, whose breeze, whose landscape I knew intimately.

Scenes from the Road

Yes, it has finally happened - the pre-Halloween Christmas tree. 
And guess what store I was in when I found this display? 

Above, a big sneaker on the road in Springfield, MA. 
I bet it has something to do with the fact that basketball was invented in Springfield? 

This is the Augusta Civic Center, in Augusta, Maine - and this is basically all of the civic center. It is so tiny, so dinky, it sort of amazes me, and thought you might enjoy seeing it. 

Dog of the Day

Really, I do have fun with the Dog of the Day. This rooster and three happy, fluffy chickens live at the farm in Massachusetts where I painted with the Joneses.
This guy squawked nearly the whole time we were painting.

A Final Thought

"Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable ...
the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street ...
and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese." 
- Hal Borland

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