Wolf Swamp

orig. 6"x12" acrylic on canvas paper

This is a recently completed small painting of Wolf Swamp, as seen near Interstate 68 not far from Grantsville, Maryland. I do a lot of autumn scenes and I think the reasons are: the air is more clear, the colors appear more vivid, and the colors are more varied. For those reasons an autumn scene is often more interesting to me.

Autumn Road

16x20 acrylic on board

Another long overdue painting. This one is an autumn scene along a dirt road near where I grew up in southwestern Pennsylvania. The area is higher in elevation, and not far from the highest elevation in Pennsylvania (3,213 ft). Consequently the forests in this area are similar to those in western New England -- a mixed hardwood forest. There are enough sugar maples to support a local maple syrup industry.

Ferry Landing Trail

On the Ferry Landing Trail
Wye Island, Maryland

(orig. 16x20 acrylic on board)

I enjoyed the one point perspective on this painting and the sunlight splashing down over the scene. The depiction of light plays a key role in establishing a sense of depth, particularly in the lower left foreground.

Enjoy!

The Highlands of Western Pennsylvania

(12x24 acrylic on canvas)

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Yes, the highlands. This painting depicts a view from Haining Hill near Springs, Pennsylvania – about 3 miles, as the crow flies, from the highest elevation in Pennsylvania (Mt. Davis, 3,213 ft).

Rolling picturesque farmland, not rich by any means, but certainly picturesque. As you stand atop Haining Hill you get a real sense of being ‘on top of the world’. The topography is rolling with prominent ridges, all part of the ancient Allegheny Plateau. Some interesting history in this area as well. Further south from this point is the remnants of General Braddock’s road, which old Route 40 follows and which Interstate 68 parallels.

The view that you see depicted is looking southeast towards Springs, very near the area where my father and I were raised. In fact, we used to gather hickory nuts in that woods in the distance off to the left of the dirt road. Yes, that's a dirt road and for some of you that's a rare sight, but I'll leave that for another discussion...

Evening at the Forgotten Gate

Someone's left the gate open, for a long time. I came across this scene on one of my back road excursions on Maryland's Eastern shore. A sort of faded elegance draped in late day gold. Obviously someone took great pains to create a memorable entrance. Now it appears to be forgotten -- except for someone who stopped and thought it worth a painting.

Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed painting it...

(orig. 5x7 acrylic on gesso board)

What did Captain Smith see?

I frequently play a little time-travel game as I drive around Maryland’s Eastern Shore. I ask myself, as I look out over the marshes, what did this place look like 400 years ago? What must it have been like for Captain Smith as he commanded a small open vessel up the Chesapeake? Perhaps it looked something like this painting. Quiet, cold, obscure. Bounteous yes, but not without serious dangers – the indigenous people weren’t always kindly to bearded Englishmen who often said one thing while doing another.

If we’re really honest with ourselves and with history there are two things of which we can be certain: John Smith didn’t see the Chesapeake the same way we see it today, and what we see is simply a fragment of what once was.

Smith didn’t see the Chesapeake as something to be appreciated as one might a fine painting or as a recreational stress-relieving interlude. He saw it as commodity, as a way to make a name and a fortune, and as adventure. Rather than seeing a peaceful scene, he might have focused on the oyster beds (they were hungry that first year) or the pines in the distance (good for ship masts perhaps?). In other words, one might say he saw the Chesapeake through utilitarian eyes.

What the early 21st century observer sees when they look out over the Chesapeake is a sad tattered remnant of what once inspired Smith to write “…heaven and earth never agreed better to frame a place for man’s habitation.” Gone are the migratory masses that blotted out the sun and seemed to go on forever. Gone are the oysters. Gone are the massive trees. Much is gone, and yet the Chesapeake can still inspire people with its beauty, much as one might admire an old, worn out, but beautifully-tailored evening gown.

(unframed 5x7 acrylic on gesso board)

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Who Grows Your Food?

It's easy to forget that up until relatively recently (within the last 60 years) most people still lived a rural existence, and small farms were the norm. Nowadays it seems that we have entered the age of agri-business and corporate farming. So who grows your food? Has it arrived at your dinner table after having traversed the continent in the back of some refrigerator truck, specially-bred to withstand the rigors of shipping? Or did you buy it direct from the grower, handing him or her cash and chatting about the weather? (no swipe your card and wait for the cashier)

Rest at least somewhat assured that there are still small farms to be found in this country. People working very hard to produce food for their families and to earn enough cash to buy the necessities of life. Yes, farming is an honorable profession but it's not one that we honor very often, do we?

This is an actual farm not far from where I grew up. I wish there were more of them like this.

(original 6x8 acrylic on canvas board)

And the cow jumped over the moon...

This is one of my larger pictures (12x24). I had posted this painting in one of its intermediate stages earlier this month, before I had worked on the tree's foliage and added the cow and moon.

Tilghman's Neck

A common early summer scene on the Eastern Shore. I encountered this view along one of my favorite back roads. The time is around 7 or 7:30p in late June, when all the world is draped in a lovely warm gold light.

Tilghman's Gold
(orig. 8x6 acrylic on canvas board)

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Shoemaker Hill

A portion of the landscape where I grew up in southwestern Pennsylvania. A very quiet area, you can stop your car on this spot and hear nothing but perhaps the miniature mechanical clatter of grasshoppers flying through the weeds along the road.

(original 5x7 acrylic on canvas board)
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Saint-Pierre Lighthouse

This is the Pointe-aux-Canons Light at the Saint-Pierre harbor. Saint-Pierre is an island off the southern coast of Newfoundland which is a French possession. And you thought that France is all on the other side of the Atlantic didn't you?

(original is approx. 7.5" x 7.5" watercolor on 140lb watercolor paper)