I spent the afternoon painting in Mackerel Cove on Baileys Island. This is a busy working harbor, all year round it is packed with boats going in and out all day.
I set up on Abner Point Road and had a good view of the wharf and lobster coop.
It was sunny and warm when I started to block in the wharf and small cove.
Soon the wind picked up, the temperature dropped, I could see my breath and I pulled on a wool sweater(& my wool mitts). I had to stand behind my car and paint to stay out of the wind.
At the top of the cove there was a tiny beach and park that local families came to walk and sail kites. Boats were pulled up on the beach.
This small shack sat on the edge of the cove. I fell in love with it. It was so old and hadn’t been touched in years.
Here’s a quick sketch I did of it in my book. Marker & watercolor 60 lb. paper.
For my last painting of the day I decided to paint a boat that was moored at the wharf.
Here’s the beginning of the sketch. The boat was driven off while I was painting it. Typical and not the first time my subject was taken away while I was painting it in plein air!
This is the view of Mackerel Cove at sunset from Harpswell Island Road as I was getting ready to head back home.
Frenchman Bay on the north side of Mount Desert is scattered with islands named the Porcupines. They have pine and hardwood forests on them with rocky cliffs and sandy beaches trimming their edges.
I sketched view this from the overlook on Cadillac Mountain. The tide was half way out and you could see the sandy skirts around each island.
The next day I was headed up the mountain in the late morning. The bay was still calm but the wind was starting to pick up out on the water. From the mountain you could watch the wind patterns across the bay as it went from still water that was iridescent yellow green to wind whipped dark blue.
This is Great Head with a huge cloud bank lifting off it.
On the loop road heading toward Thunder Hole you enter an alley of pines.
Great Head and all the ledges facing the open ocean were bathed in foam this day. The water had long ribbons of creamy froth all up and down the coast.