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Wintry Autumn
“On my first trip to Key West, Florida, I visited the home of Ernest Hemingway to explore the gardens, and discovered that there were more than 150 cats living on the premises. The scene…
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Indian Summer
“After the dry-picking, when the tall plants and poison ivy bordering the pond next to the bog lose their bright red and orange hues, it is time to flood the bog for harvesting.…
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Summer Farewell
“Before the end of my final summer with Haydn on Cape Cod, my good friend and fellow vocalist Marianne Bermingham and I decided to go on an adventure. Our purpose was to venture…
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Mid-Summer Haze
“Before reaching the bay side of Popponesset Spit, Clifford would excitedly jump off the boat and into the water before we landed. We would grab a line, pull the boat far up onto…
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Summer Heat
“The view haunted me for decades, and I was determined to paint it. When I finally returned to sketch the scene beneath the bridge, nothing had changed, even the clothes on the line,…
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Spring, Almost
“It is a rare occurrence to experience nature at its most spectacular. This was one of those evenings. On my walk to the store, I stopped abruptly, taken by surprise as I came…
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Early Spring
“We walked behind the church and found the grave of Vincent Van Gogh next to that of his brother Theo. I stood up and recognized one of the expansive vistas painted by Van…
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Winter Abides
“Though I wore heavy mittens, my fingers grew numb as I sketched this foggy, snow-drizzly scene onto a thick piece of wood.”—Meredith d’Ambrosio The Disappearing Land By Meredith d’Ambrosio DUXBURY Massachusetts—(Weekly Hubris)—3/3/2014— …
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Deep Winter
“Silent snowfall on deep woods; the crunching of my footsteps in the dry, thick snow; the promise of a warm fireplace and hot cocoa when I reached home and shed my winter clothes.”—Eddie…