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Little River (24x36) oil GW |
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Growing up low tides meant a long weekend at Little River south of Mendocino, California. While many coasts bring memories, this one is the dearest to my soul. |
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Tuscan Quilt (18x24) oil |
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The rolling hills and colors of Tuscany demand attention. This is a bit over the top, but then... It will be interesting to see the impact of far South in next year's spring Italian sojourn. |
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Chianti Hills (16x20) oil |
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Looking down from Monteriggioni the opposite direction from Tuscan Idyl above |
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Turn of the River I (18x24) oil |
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The Folly River scene is in constant change. This series will try to explore some of its moods. |
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Mountain Home (18x24) oil |
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The southern Smokies isolated their settlers fostering the continuing use of many farm ways through most of the twentieth century. |
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Here I Come (18x24) oil |
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Isolation was true of much of the southern piedmont , especially after the coming of interstates, though a little corn and cotton continued to be grown. |
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Ghosts Passing oil 18x24 |
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Paved roads brought an end to the traditional community stores which now are often derelict or just plain gone. |
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Who's Coming (18x24) oil |
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Rural out migration after the depression meant that many farms were left isolated with few visitors. |
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Who's Fish ? (16x20) oil GW |
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Harmony over the catch isn't always as straight forward as one might wish |
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Goat (16x20) oil |
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Goat is head oyster guy at Bowen's and childhood friend of James and Robert. |
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James (16x20) oil |
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The Southern Foodways came to town and had dinner out a Bowen's Island (in background). James is chief cook and bottle washer at this traditional "hole in the table" fish restaurant. |
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What... (16x20) oil |
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Campo Santa Margarita children watching the action. |
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Dawn Bounty (oil) 18x24 |
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A little early morning fog, an approaching dawn and the sky and water explodes in a world of red. |
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