Saturday, July 18, 2015

Rance River Valley #2, July 16th, Thursday

I am not quite sure what could be more creepy than walking along a deserted stretch of beach, by myself, with the sun low in the sky and coming to this. I finally found the boat cemetery, a collection of mostly wooden boats, rotting away in the water in various stages of decay, with a backdrop of brand spanking new boats. I love boats, next to being a monk, I am sure I was a sailor at some point, but honestly, this creeped me out. Maybe it was just the memory of "Jaws", or the fact that I was all alone in this place, or possibly, the thought of the dead body that had been found in the creek during the forest residency.

I would like to go back here and paint all day, but time will tell.

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