It struck me that the boat reminds me a lot of the tree houses and forts we built as kids. They were great places to go and dream with no interference from adults. A boat is kind of like that so I wrote this little poem.
My Tree House
Up in the sky nothing can touch us
resting easy and sway in the breeze
climb the ladder to adventure from a distance
gaze at the thin brown line
hoping to see more
Hold on, hold on one hand when the wind blows
but inside safe and secure
It's a private club
No one on board without permission
but come aboard the view is fine
hurry hurry the roof is lifting fluttering with the breeze
then with a loud pop we are off
Puff ball trees fade to white
and yellow lifts out of the grass
while the endless blue field sways in the breeze
we are sailing if only in our mind
I think this is all part of the good feeling I get on our boat. It feels like a safe private place, people are very respectful of boats and always ask permission before boarding. If you are sitting on a mooring or anchor, dinghies will pass with casual wave like you live in a friendly neighborhood.
I have completed a few more "from the boat" paintings, using acrylic now, boat friendly and people friendly, no bad fumes. I have found that you can create an oil like painting using acrylics, it may take a little longer to get the effect but worth it in the end. These pictures are a great reminder of sitting on the boat very quiet while time passes all around you. Every day is different.
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