Waiting for Wind
Oil on Canvas
8"X10"
Last night one of my oldest and best friends came over from Islesford to spend the night. We were right back where we started from. Sitting around the kitchen table kitchen eating and drinking and talking about absolutely everything that matters most in our lives. We hardly noticed the weather, but sometime during the night, a storm blew through taking with it the high winds that had swept the island all week. This morning was still. Quiet. Calm. The water had changed from deep blue to a soft, pale gray and the air was warm and soft. When the sailboats showed up to race, they drifted around aimlessly in slow motion waiting for the wind to come. Time had stopped and we watched in awe feeling as if we had gone back to another century, placed right in the middle of an old French Master's painting.
Oil on Canvas
8"X10"
Last night one of my oldest and best friends came over from Islesford to spend the night. We were right back where we started from. Sitting around the kitchen table kitchen eating and drinking and talking about absolutely everything that matters most in our lives. We hardly noticed the weather, but sometime during the night, a storm blew through taking with it the high winds that had swept the island all week. This morning was still. Quiet. Calm. The water had changed from deep blue to a soft, pale gray and the air was warm and soft. When the sailboats showed up to race, they drifted around aimlessly in slow motion waiting for the wind to come. Time had stopped and we watched in awe feeling as if we had gone back to another century, placed right in the middle of an old French Master's painting.
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