Hermine

"Hurricane Hermine", oil. 

“Stroking it’s blue shore/throughout the night, patient, patient,” 

– Denise Levertov, from ‘The sea’s repeated gesture.’

Monday in August

Monday in August, oil, 5 x 7"

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Naomi Shihab Nye defines the word “contemplation” as a long, loving look.  Lately I have been hearing a lot about ideas calling upon creatives to bring them into being.   An idea might arrive all of a piece, as Naomi’s poem “Kindness” did for her, but most require contemplation.  Meditation. Seeing.  A long, loving look. 

Naomi's poem, "Kindness"

Sketchbook

My best model is always willing to sit in the surf for me as long as his cell phone is handy.  I think that seagull wants to make a call.  

Framed against towering cumulonimbus clouds over the ocean, an Ocean City Parasail floats high above the wake of its speed boat. It's been a long time since I've gone up but I will never forget the joy of peering down upon a large school of skates gliding gracefully through ocean waters far below.  

Sketch Book

The guy with his hat on backwards sat his Jersey Shore beach body right in front of me. If you do that I'm gonna getcha. 

It takes zero effort to coax my husband to pose in his surf chair. 

 I was  able to capture a small boy with a Dennis the Menace haircut happily absorbed in building a sand castle, complete with moat and turrets, big enough for a family of four.

Now where the heck is that ice cream man? It's hot out here!