Eddie's Cove


Eddie's Cove / 16x16

I'M HAVING ONE of those days, those magical days, when everything I try works. I can't do anything wrong. Even if I put down a mark I don't like, I'm able to morph it into a mark that I do like. 

I am trying things I usually don't try, attempting landscapes I usually wouldn't attempt, and it is all coming together in a way that is making me joyful. Gleeful. Grateful. 

A painter doesn't get many of these days in a lifetime, I suspect, and I ride it for all it's worth, making three paintings, painting until I am absolutely exhausted, until my shoulder is aching, until I can't paint any more. 

What a day! 

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Some More Road Art
I see ANOTHER driveway with rocks just like this, in an even smaller town near King's Cove. I ask four people in the area if this is a thing, some quilter thing or some political thing, but they all say they have no idea what it means, if anything. 

^^^

I see buildings with doors like this all over the place. 
Someone tells me they're called "Mother-in-Law doors."

 ^^^
I just have no idea. 

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Dog of the Day

IT'S PETER AND Beatrix, bunnies at Rocky Brook Cabins in Cormack. The owners of the establishment tell me that by next year, they're going to have a whole petting zoo, with sheep and goats and pigs and who knows what else. Peter and Beatrix are the start! 

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A Final Thought

"Tourists don't know where they've been. Travelers don't know where they're going." 

- Paul Theroux







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