tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post7427796702757453573..comments2023-10-19T05:40:59.162-04:00Comments on Sippican Cottage: I Need Something Beautiful Right Now (Again)SippicanCottagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14940797380578921776noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-57095572845901582602009-12-08T10:30:40.745-05:002009-12-08T10:30:40.745-05:00The ocean...no place I would rather be.
Thanks ...The ocean...no place I would rather be. <br /><br />Thanks for the trip!jabbywocknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-59904438175040720982009-12-07T19:03:53.107-05:002009-12-07T19:03:53.107-05:00When you first glance at that picture of the paint...When you first glance at that picture of the painting, it appears to be out of focus. But, if you stop and stare a little.... Hey, it's stabilizing. Wait... I can see it now. Depth. Skin tones. Detail. Lot's of detail. Oh yeah, I get it. Hey, how'd he do that?!?<br />Wait, I lost it a little... hold the camera still.....<br /><br />Phil<br />Va BeachPhilnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-77628293496773610072009-12-07T01:09:03.319-05:002009-12-07T01:09:03.319-05:00Not bad; rolls right into Andy's post quite we...Not bad; rolls right into Andy's post quite well.<br /><br />I have argued with many of my colleagues that the only time that you can truly find the best and worst in a person is during a time of conflict; that nothing other than a well-defined "us vs. them" can show you your humanity. I get shocked looks quite often for this point of view, but I have seen it proven too often to believe it is false.<br /><br />Once again, great post.Old Ironhttp://spokenbythesexes.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-81771895754895131282009-12-06T00:08:58.466-05:002009-12-06T00:08:58.466-05:00Good post. And love the painting. Miss the MFA (...Good post. And love the painting. Miss the MFA (much time growing up visiting it), far prefer it to the Met. <br /><br />What I love about these electronic virtual travel boxes is that they bring us beautiful things and interesting people we might never come across as we plod along, SHetland pony, down ta pit of some WElsh coal mine. <br /><br />I can work the whole day at some boring set of projects that pay the bills if I've seen or read something that captures my imagination. <br /><br />This morning stalking the blue heron sloshing thru salt marsh and edge of the sea (with a camera). Raining and the thicket I had to crash thru to try to get a view of it gave me away. Saw (but couldn't focus the lens quickly enough on) such a wing span and feathers...what is that Emily DIckinson line about "hope is the thing with feathers..."Retrieverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09036341287285545932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-7023835070900039292009-12-05T16:14:49.792-05:002009-12-05T16:14:49.792-05:00"the sepia ranks of the anonymous" - who..."the sepia ranks of the anonymous" - whoa - what an evocative image. Without this electronic box I would never have met you (still don't know how I came across your site) or been exposed to the beauty of your word pictures. I am waiting (as are many others, I'm sure) for your continuing saga of "Some Enchanted Place". Glad you are busy though - I assume? it means that business is good. Take care and go to that beautiful place whenever you can. Thank you again for your writing. lorraineAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-75207380751691806252009-12-05T13:35:06.103-05:002009-12-05T13:35:06.103-05:00Beautiful picture. It's another one where most...Beautiful picture. It's another one where most people have been at some point in their life. Oh, sure - the clothes and the background are different, maybe the texture of the sand, but still...<br /><br />Look, and then close your eyes and you can smell the salt tang and pungent dried seaweed, hear the soft crashing of small waves at the tide's ebb, lapping softly against the sand's gentle slope. Bare young legs are covered with sandy grit and goosebumps, and you scan the shallow tidal pools carefully, hoping to spot a special shell or a crab, or some other fantastical treasure washed up from the depths. The waves beckon, and you can't wait to run and splash and jump as they wash in, making up games with the ocean's gentle side while the sun warms your head.juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15975754287030568726noreply@blogger.com