Swan River Lobster Shack

Yesterday was a hot day on Cape Cod. I ventured out trying to find my plain air group meeting on the Swan River. I ducked down to the water's edge and painted this fish market on the Swan River. There were plenty of kayakers with comments. It was so humid that my wet into wet was never in danger of drying.

Oops.

This is my second attempt at a dropped ice cream cone. I included the feet of a young subject to complete the story.

Campground Beauty

The Harwich Garden Club sponsored a paintout in the Campground of HarwichPort. This is a busy beehive of small houses with wonderful gardens. We were to paint a house with a garden of hydrangeas. It was sunny and bright and there were plenty of people on the tour. Other painters were there and many stopped to chat. I heard much of the history of the place as I was located outside of the historian's place and she gave information to anyone stopping. It was fun. I am not a flower painter so chose to compose more structure than garden.

Swan River Boating

Today it was humid but painting on the Swan River was fine with the small breeze. I took my market umbrella for shade. No one from my art group showed up for our weekly plein air event. The green growies along the river are a very yellow green. The tide must be high since there was no bank or shore line to see. I had only two visitors while painting; a jogger who commented on my painting and a policeman. He pulled up with his police car in full battle dress with all the lights flashing. I was on the sidewalk with my easel and umbrella. He asked if I was leaving as he had a complaint that I was blocking the sidewalk. I told him that only one person had come by in the past couple of hours and that was the jogger. Well, he said those are the kind that complain. He then circled back again with all lights ablaze and wanted to be sure that I was leaving. Too many police with little to do in this summer town.

Toddler PTSD

The trauma that occurs with a dropped ice-cream cone is very real to a 4 year old. I imagine it comes from it being a special treat and also from the inability to salvage any of it as the ice cream melts on the sidewalk. This painting is an imagined scene and I will try it again with a wider composition that may include some bare feet of the toddler.