Frank was packing to attend the Plein Air Paint Out Event on Florida's "Forgotten Coast" and I was feeling a bit envious of his road-trip-painting-adventure that i've only heard about over the years....boats full of ice with oysters on the half shell, early sunrise paintings, Southern hospitality, oyster/tequila shooters, the "Forgotten Coast" in FL's panhandle, painting all day long, beaches and swamps and critters from the swamps and peepers so loud at night you have to close the windows, being in our VW vanagon, with the ability to pull over and make yourself an espresso on a whim, meeting and painting with other artists and shmozing with potential buyers at cocktail parties, staying in very sweet accommodations....i couldn't stand it anymore! So, i've stowed away, and our kids get a whole week long sleepover with their favorite neighborhood family! win win x 2!
I'm writing from a particularly isolated patch of 95 in South Carolina. Pretty good time we are doing considering we left CT 16 hours ago and have only stopped for those necessary things, and one 2-hour power snooze.
|Giant chicken and the Vanagon at pit stop, N. or S. Carolina|
|Savannah at twilight. Lots of live oaks with dangling moss...|
|Boardwalk at Summer Camp, outside Carabelle, FL|
|Frank getting to work at the Scipio Creek Marina|