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A close-up of watercolors tortured in the name of art.  More anguished work in my gallery of CURIOUS PAINTINGS.

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So what happens to a flower once it passes its prime? Does it do a Jack Nicholson and show up courtside only at Lakers’ games? Hide in Florida with the pink flamingos? Rose Pondering Retirement demonstrates a different approach to aging gracefully by turning a bit crinkly, with its once saturated primary color red maturing into a multitude of muted, complimentary hues. Sort of like me except, instead of crinkly I just get cranky. 

More warnings of advancing wrinkles and bad temper at my Curious Paintings.

So again, it was a quiet summer; lots of sun and no storms. I’ll bet this afforded the local seashells plenty of time to sit serenely while surveying the seacoast.

More serenity at my CURIOUS PAINTINGS collection.

BARKING UP the WRONG MUSHROOM. Here it is, the middle of Spring already, almost Summer, and I’m sending artwork of Autumnal decline. How perverse.

While I’m not claiming to have found this seashell in the woods (that would’ve been SOME high tide,) with its surface mottled with moss greens and browns, I thought it would fit well with the other forresty stuff I’d collected last Fall. COLD OLD & ROUND because it was DAMN COLD, I’m OLD and the shells are ROUND. Or I’m ROUND, not sure. 
 
More nonsense at my website of CURIOUS PAINTINGS.   

 DETAIL - JEFFERSON STARFISH

Starfish are an anomaly on coolish Crane Beach in Ipswich, MA. Colorful starfish even rarer. Perhaps this one was chilled, inducing colors ranging from hot orange to a deepish purple, after a summer of cloudy weather and more rain than a duck would care for. I was fortunate to stumble across Jefferson Starfish (sorry, bad, old age-appropriate pun,) the seashore residue of two late summer hurricanes, tossed well up onto the beach. Luckier still that the sun was pulling a Woodstock (sorry again, bad habit.)

For even more bad jokes, and fair art, visit my collection of CURIOUS PAINTINGS.

DETAIL - HOT SUMMER SEAWEED

Asked to choose a single, simple phrase to describe the Summer of ’09, a local duck replied “Too much damn RAIN!” Yet despite Boston’s weather behaving more like Seattle’s, there have been moments of sunshine, even heat. The day I captured this Hot Summer Seaweed (“captured” only in a manner of speaking, it wasn’t actually trying to escape) was a scorcher, with the sun punishing anything left up on the beach.

For more tales of seashore outrage, be sure to visit my collection of CURIOUS PAINTINGS.

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Summer brings opportunity to wander the beach without having to wrap oneself up in layers of survival gear. There are other reasons to look forward to June, but not having to strain to hear the ocean above the crackling and crunching of multiple thinsulate/polyester/microfiber skins – all named after distant mountain ranges I’ve never heard of – makes it easier to enjoy the experience.

Another benefit is the light, never still as it skips across assorted surfaces, revealing and obscuring details, infuriating those of us anal-rententive enough to try and capture it.

LightFlower

LightFlower

What’s lighter, a flower or a light bulb? Light? How come flowers and light bulbs both have filaments? What did Edison invent, a light bulb or a LightFlower?
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