Basket of Shells
We stayed for a week in a small cottage in a former Methodist Camp on the shores of Penobscot Bay.
There were so many shell collections in the house we could stumble over them while reaching for the tea or putting on the kettle. I moved one to the outdoor table and was spellbound by the interaction of the handmade clam gathering basket with the fog shrouded water. One moment it was in my way, the next all was forgiven. Wonderful inspiration for a painting.
Did one of the Methodists make this wire basket to pass the time on a foggy day? I like to think so.
We stayed for a week in a small cottage in a former Methodist Camp on the shores of Penobscot Bay.
There were so many shell collections in the house we could stumble over them while reaching for the tea or putting on the kettle. I moved one to the outdoor table and was spellbound by the interaction of the handmade clam gathering basket with the fog shrouded water. One moment it was in my way, the next all was forgiven. Wonderful inspiration for a painting.
Did one of the Methodists make this wire basket to pass the time on a foggy day? I like to think so.
We stayed for a week in a small cottage in a former Methodist Camp on the shores of Penobscot Bay.
There were so many shell collections in the house we could stumble over them while reaching for the tea or putting on the kettle. I moved one to the outdoor table and was spellbound by the interaction of the handmade clam gathering basket with the fog shrouded water. One moment it was in my way, the next all was forgiven. Wonderful inspiration for a painting.
Did one of the Methodists make this wire basket to pass the time on a foggy day? I like to think so.