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Just Us Chickens

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These chickens were having a good time running around in the warm sunshine finding bugs in the grass. Ah, there is nothing like the good life on a farm in Vermont. 
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Waiting

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In Cape Porpoise, Maine the harbor is full of working boats. Everyone rows out to their lobster boats from the town dock where they sit tied to the float.  
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Sky Water Dance

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Rolling green meadows rise up to meet thick stands of dark pine trees at Parsons Beach. At high tide the sunlit western sky is reflected in the water.
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Salt Hay Sunset

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The Mousam River in Kennebunk, Maine flows through the marshes at Parsons Beach on its way to the sea.  High tide at sunset is a sight to behold. 
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Acadia~ Dusk on Frenchman Bay

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The water of Frenchman Bay is often like a giant mirror reflecting the colors of the sky above it. I always love visiting and painting in Acadia National Park. 

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Marsh Mood

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The marshes are one of my favorite places. Wild life is plentiful and in every season and type of weather the colors are rich and beautiful.
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Wind Over the Marsh


The clouds and birds were flying around the day I painted at Brave Boat Harbor. From where I stood I could see a bit of the ocean beyond the acres of marsh grasses.
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Maine Meadow

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The meadows at Laudholm Farm are a favorite place of mine.  You can walk through woods and high rolling meadows for hours. There is an old road through an apple orchard that leads to the beach.

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Loading the Tanker

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Late afternoon light lit up the side of a tanker as it was loaded at the docks in Portsmouth, NH. 

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Marsh Gold

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After the sun sets the marsh glows in a golden light. At Parsons Beach the tide was high and the pines were reflected in the golden water.