Bend in the Road

Many yards in Vermont have old lilac bushes, some planted generations ago by farm wives who watched sons and husbands march to the Civil War along these roads, and read Whitman's elegy for Lincoln:
"When lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d,
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
I mourn’d—and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring."

Summer Camp

There's a tradition in land-locked but water-loving Vermont to move for the summer into a simple family camp on a pond (just about all lakes up here, other than enormous Lake Champlain, are called "ponds" with typical New England modesty.)

Creemie Stand, Late Afternoon

On Route 2, the quintessential American small town summer social scene.

Sunday Sketchbook: Roadtrip

We watched our son Colin play his last high school baseball game this week, then saw him graduate, and the next day drove him south for two days of college orientation. Family milestones can crowd out painting time, but I did manage to keep my sketchbook going.