Vowing to avoid open fields and hours of direct sun, this little painting was done in the shade of a lovely tree near the Landgrove Town Hall. The road leads to Peru (Vermont).

Spending a week or so in Landgrave Vermont is probably akin to a week at a spa for most folks.
We ate, drank, and talked art 24/7.  The weather was perfect, the company excellent and the painting was a joy.
​This is one of the quick studies done on the first day... more to come!

On The Cape, there was little rain to speak of this summer. Great for the vacationers, not so for the gardeners. For the farmers, it's been just awful.
​We had some spells of humidity so heavy that the air breathed wet. The breeze, and I use the term loosely, reminded my of my dog's breath after he's been working hard. That is not a pleasant thing to feel any time, but it's particularly dreadful if you aren't expecting it. Same with the tropical air that hit us hard on three occasions this summer.
When the cloud cover was thick, and the air even thicker, it was impossible to see where the ocean ended and the horizon began. The skies were grey, blue, purple and the fog just lay out there unmoving on top of the water. From time to time the blue heavens broke through, but in the end it took a change of wind to finally clear it out. Rather than fight it, I tried to paint it.

I had a pretty great summer.
It was, quite literally, a dream come true. I had been longing for the summer I recall from childhood, one that would stretch out before me without a lot of To Do's on it.
That's just what I got.
Two months of the bluest skies and long hot days that began with a swim and ended with drawings or paintings of moving clouds and the ocean. 
I feel ready for autumn  now, and the crisp clear skies on the way.