I really enjoyed our time in Rhode Island and was very sad to see it end. It really felt like we were on vacation at the beach for 3 years. It was wonderful and I’m glad we had the opportunity. I’ll miss all my friends. I’ll miss the ocean, and the fog, and the birds, and the flock of wild turkeys that lived in our neighborhood, and the constant breeze, and seeing the sky all the way to the horizon.
I’ve spent the last 30 years of my life trying to get away from New Jersey and the Philadelphia region. It isn’t that there is anything wrong with it here. It’s just that it’s never felt like I belong here. It’s never felt like a comfortable fit. Well, due to forces beyond my control I’m back here now. We’ve landed in a really nice area and I’m looking forward to exploring it more.
With all the mayhem of moving I’ve only managed to get out to paint twice so far. We live very close to White Clay Creek State Park. Here are some of my sketches. I haven’t painted in months and I’m hesitant to show them. They’re small and quick. I’m trying to adjust how I see the scene after spending years looking at the vast space and big sky along the ocean. I feel like I’ve moved from a lot of light to a lot of shadows.