This scene has been in my mind's eye for years. Quite a long time ago I drove up the coast to the Blue Hill/Castine area and came across this gorgeous view of the blueberry fields in the fall with the old farmhouse in the middle of the fields. They are always on high, rocky ledges.  The house looked abandoned, but I wasn't sure.  The blueberry bushes turn a deep red in the fall and are spectacular to look at when seeing vast acreage as in this view.  Breathtaking!  Funny, when I think about it, when I saw this scene I didn't even know how to hold a paintbrush.

I've been busy getting paintings done for a yearly show in Maine this fall.  I've been painting smaller paintings this summer so they're more affordable to clients.  It's been a lot of fun.  I think I prefer painting smaller paintings.  I'm just finishing one of blueberry barrens in the fal.l The other is my husband's and his friend's lobster boat looking down at it from the woods in front of our house peaking through the tall pines. 

I finally decided drag hunting season's getting closer (mid August) so I better get my fat horse out of the pasture and start getting him (and myself) in shape.  We've only been rubbernecking through the woods up to now. Because of all of the rain in June, we were unable to do more than walk because it was so muddy.  I think he thought I was kidding when I asked him to trot this morning.  The great thing about trail riding is seeing all of the wildlife.  We have two sets of fawns this year and a spike buck that wants to check us out and try to approach us everytime he sees us.  I haven't seen the fox cubs in quite awhile although driving down the road this week I saw one sitting smack in the middle of the road.  Then he sauntered off when he saw me get near. 

Barbour (wax coats) in Portland, Maine, has asked that I join them in a show.  They intend to have my artwork displayed with their clothing for the month of August.  That's quite a compliment and I'm excited about it.

I just complete this 9x12" oil painting of Gully, my horse, out in his pasture last fall.  The light was beautiful that afternoon and the reflection of the fall leaves in the puddle on the lower left corner really popped out.  It was a tricky painting to paint.