Tonight and Tomorrow

The Widow Maker

This huge tree blew over the trail I walk nearly every day. I would run under it as fast as I could, imagining that something would cause the tree to fall at the very moment I passed under.

Feeling of Fall

I was driving, looking at the hills full of color and smelling the leaves, and suddenly had the feeling of fall in my stomach. It crept up my chest and neck, then went into my head and I saw this image. These are some of my favorite paintings to do because I dont have to think about them. They are just there for me to copy on to paper.
I don't know what this one means. I think it must have something to do with the excitement and sadness of the approach of winter, the illusion of death.

The Woods and the Water

Massachusetts

While floating down the Deerfield river, sipping my fifth beer, I noticed that the rocks, the sycamores, and the mergansers were all the same color. The potato vines represent the endless fields of potatoes in Hatfield, Mass.

The Creek

I don't have any "why" or "what" for this one. She's just someone I see at the creek sometimes.

Spring Stroll

Every spring, a big snapping turtle would crawl into my mom's garden and dig a hole and lay eggs in the onion patch. It would be raining lightly, red winged blackbirds calling, ferns and jack in the pulpit growing, turtles digging in the onions. The many signs of spring.

Bloodroot

Even if I died, I would still love spring.

Octopus in the Shade

While sanding and finishing a floor at a big house out near Hancock, Maine, I decided to escape the fumes and go trespassing. I came upon a back yard of sorts where the trees had been clear cut to provide a better view of the sea. All these stumps where sprawled out, seemingly alive and well, enjoying the salty breeze.

Tide Pool

I went down to the tide pools at Schoodic Point over near Winter Harbor, Maine. A lot of stuff that washes up down there is all covered with rust and sea creatures and sea weed. I found out the next day that not long ago, a newlywed couple was down there and were washed away by a big wave. There is a sign at the top warning of this, and people, including me, ignore it and disappear every year. Suddenly, I am not so sure what is in all these tide pools...

Winter

It is late February. I am glad to be done with winter. Sorry, Winter.

Regrowth

I was walking through a forest grove made up almost entirely of trees growing out of their parent stumps. I wondered if anything could be regrown there...