All hail the King. . . .. .

King Eider that is!

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As I continue this series, “What the Birtds Told Me”, I am more and more becoming fascinated with the landscape,or lack of, that the solitary birds inhabit. I paint every morning starting at 3am and my winter studio is upstairs in the house where I use the kitchen sink to wash brushes and prepare coffee and tea. The window over the sink faces East and during the winter I can see the water from this perch high above Stockton Springs. the quality of light and the ever changing hues are insanely beautiful . . .. …… Our world is a beautiful one and even as we watch mankinds destruction of it, we should take time to look and listen to it, listen to what the birds are telling us- What they are warning us of.

Water on my Mind

The world outside my studio is my inspiration, my source of joy- Sunlight bouncing off the mirrored surface of the Penobscot Bay always captures my gaze. Winter in Maine has a particular feel and look that is toally different than what we will see in a few months, maybe even tomorrow. I love the reflections of the sky and earth that transport my mind to other places, other times.