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of lakeside chairs, vermont gardens, & the contemplation of a new hampshire river….

The final installment of my August painting trip in New Hampshire…

Of all the scenes in this small New Hampshire tract where I spent a few days in early August, none captivated me more than a little corner between my aunt’s tool shed and her guest house. Here, catching the forest-filtered light, are two metal chairs as old as I, maybe even older. They sit there as though conversing with each other under the tall pines. I think my aunt said she painted them with enamel paint some 40+ years ago, and still their color holds up. Every time I look at them I feel a little well of satisfaction at her artistic brilliance in deciding to paint one yellow and one blue. Their surprising jolt of color against the dark brown buildings and even darker backdrop of shadowy evergreens just make my eyes and heart sing.
Needless to say, I just had to try to capture them with paint. Because of that determination I finally pulled out my tube of Cadmium Yellow Medium — to get that yellow chair right — for the Lemon Yellow that I had been using for all my previous paintings is simply the wrong hue.

plein air oil painting of lakeside trees along Lake Wentworth, New hampshire, by Santa Fe artist Dawn Chandler

Funny thing is I don’t know that I’ve ever sat on these chairs. Rather, I’m content to look at them, and appreciate their quiet invitation: Come, sit among us. Enjoy the company of another, whoever they may be, whatever they believe. You are family. You are safe here.One of my favorite morning spots — a dear friend's porch in Stowe, Vermont. Photo by Santa Fe artist Dawn Chandler

Three lakeside paintings now tucked in my wet-painting-storage box and I was ready to continue on my journey…

The following morning brought rain to the lake region …and me to Vermont. For if I’m going to go to the trouble to travel from New Mexico to New Hampshire, then I may as well drive the couple hours west to the Green Mountain State and check in with that part of my soul that’s harbored there in the Les Monts Verts. Just a short visit though of two or three nights, staying in Stowe with my First Friend who is also the blessed owner of one of my favorite porches anywhere, ever.

And so it was there, from My Favorite Porch, on the second day of my visit, that I cranked out this little painting. All during my long walk across Vermont in 2015/16, my eye kept catching on the beautiful contrast of bright leaves against dark forest — especially when the leaves began to turn. (One of my countless art dreams is to do a series of paintings focusing on those very contrasts….) Here, from the porch, the brilliant sun-filled yellow flowers just seemed to sing against the darker backdrop of woodlands.

 

plein air oil painting of golden flowers and green birch leaves catching the sun in a friend's Vermont garden, by Santa Fe artist Dawn Chandler

Alas, two days in Vermont is not nearly long enough, but I’m hoping to return for a longer spell later this year to really focus on painting (more about that sometime later….) For now, short and sweet would have to suffice, as I loaded my paints back into my sporty little rental car and made my way back to Exeter, for one last night.

My last August morning in New England involved two walks — the first, with my aunt (who, at 87, I can still barely keep up with) over to the cemetery to check in with our beloveds who are lain to rest there among the shading hardwoods. A beautiful sunny day to take in the quiet, pay our respects, and share memories.

My second morning walk was once again fueled with Me & Ollie’s coffee, as I ambled through the streets of Exeter on down to the river. The sun was higher than my first excursion there a week earlier, and shade was limited, but I finally found a cool seat at the opposite end of the river path. The best view here was looking back toward the Power House that I’d painted the week before. From this vantage, the Powder House was hidden, tucked as it was back behind the dark cloak of evergreens, but the flag pole was in view, as well as the roof of a nearby dwelling.

plein air oil painting of the Exeter River, Exeter, New Hampshire, by Santa Fe artist Dawn Chandler

As I sat there with the river in front of me, a large raft of ducks slowly swam toward me, and then turned around directly in front of me and swam back down the river. Really, it was almost as if they were trying to get my attention, “strutting their stuff.” That, or they were checking me out. Either way, it delighted me — as did every moment of this trip.

ducks congregating in along the Exeter River, Exeter, New Hampshire. Photo by Santa Fe artist Dawn Chandler
But the moment that delighted me most of all on this trip, was when my aunt said to me — as did my cousin, in her own words later — that my painting her surroundings made her see her surroundings differently. ‘Caused her to notice color and light in a way she hadn’t really noticed color and light before. “I’ll never see this place the same again,” they each confessed to me, with tones of appreciation.

Getting people to see the world differently — to notice the small, quiet, beautiful passages of the world around them.. This might be my greatest source of joy in being a painter.

This noticing. It takes time to notice the world around you. To pause, take a deep breath, and, in silence, look.

Notice.

I can’t think of a better use of one’s time.

I’m reminded of one of my favorite Mary Oliver poems, one which I’ve memorized by heart. I’ll close this post here, with her beautiful words. as you read it, consider well those last four lines.

Snow Geese
by Mary Oliver

Oh, to love what is lovely, and will not last!
What a task
to ask
of anything, or anyone,
yet it is ours,
and not by the century or the year, but by the hours.
One fall day I heard
above me, and above the sting of the wind, a sound
I did not know, and my look shot upward; it was
a flock of snow geese, winging it
faster than the ones we usually see,
and, being the color of snow, catching the sun
so they were, in part at least, golden. I
held my breath
as we do
sometimes
to stop time
when something wonderful
has touched us
as with a match,
which is lit, and bright,
but does not hurt
in the common way,
but delightfully,
as if delight
were the most serious thing
you ever felt.
The geese
flew on,
I have never seen them again.
Maybe I will, someday, somewhere.
Maybe I won’t.
It doesn’t matter.
What matters
is that, when I saw them,
I saw them
as through the veil, secretly, joyfully, clearly.

 


Links to Dawn Chandler’s posts about her New Hampshire plein air painting trip below

living free and coming home

cool tools of a traveling painter

of painting tidal rivers and tool sheds…..

of sunrise clouds and sunset boats….

of lakeside chairs, vermont gardens, & the contemplation of a new hampshire river….

Thank you for reading


 

Sunset light across Lake Wentworth, New Hampshire glints off a cousin's boat. Photo by Santa Fe artist Dawn Chandler

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of sunrise clouds and sunset boats….

I promised a few weeks ago to share with you the several little plein air paintings I did while traveling New Hampshire last month. I’ve fallen behind with that. The truth is I’ve had a hard time turning my thoughts back to New England when my heart is breaking in Texas… It feels in a way disrespectful to all who are suffering such staggering hardship to focus my attention on something as “light” as Art.
But as my aunt said to me in the midst of the financial and housing crisis of 2008, “these may be the times when people need art the most.” I do know that in dealing with my own hardships — admittedly nothing as traumatizing and life-altering as the people of the Gulf Coast are dealing with — that it was art that helped me more than anything work through my grief.

And so, I shall continue sharing my creations.

Recall that I left off at my aunt’s summer home on Lake Wentworth.

The morning of our first full day together at The Lake, I rose early and joined my aunt in the kitchen. As tea water heated, I sat across from her (at what has become maybe my favorite kitchen table anywhere) while we each shuffled our own deck of cards, and commenced with dueling games of Solitaire. After watching her win three games in a row (OK — I’ll fess up: she does NOT cheat, damnit) and me losing three games in a row (which would be the case even if I DID cheat!) I finally had enough and decided to go down to the dock to paint. For I’d noticed that a great distant cloud in the sky over the lake seemed undecided about whether it wanted to be the softest shade of gold or the softest shade of pink. Regardless of which color it settled on, I figured the intensity of the hue was only going to get better. So I grabbed my paints and mug of tea and descended down the steps to the water’s edge.

 

golden pink sunrise cloud over lake wentworth, new hampshire, painted in oil en plein air by santa fe artist dawn chandler

 

What really delighted me when I looked out on this scene was how the evergreen line of Stamp Act Island was dark, but the distant shore beyond it was illuminated with sunshine.
The main cloud which initially caught my eye just radiated its pink and gold confusion across the lake. The point that I ultimately captured was when the water just below the island was golden, while gentle waves near me were picking up hues of pink.
Just as I was finishing up my painting, my aunt came down from the house, “I just had to see what you were doing!” She then admitted, “when you first went down, to paint, I looked out to the water and thought ‘now what on earth is she going to paint? There’s nothing of interest going on out there….’ And then I watched as that cloud — and the water — turned pink and gold! I’ve never seen anything like it! I’m so glad you got it!”

I’m glad, too.

Much of the rest of that morning I spent on a long walk through pine forests, exploring the rail trail into the town of Wolfboro. Although I brought my paints with me, there wasn’t time for me to pull them out that during my walk, so instead I took a lot of photos, eventually turning to them back in New Mexico, as I did a couple weeks ago when I recreated this inviting shady scene from the trail, just below Wolfboro.

 

enjoying a shady spot along the rail trail near wolfboro, new hampshire, painted in oil by santa fe artist dawn chandler

 

Later in the afternoon (post nap & swim, but before the late-afternoon jigsaw puzzling session lubricated with sherry) I returned to the lakeside, this time at the other of my aunt’s docks, to observe the late afternoon sun on my cousin’s boat. Boats and buoys are intimidating, as they have such perfect geometry, (as does the square dock in the mid-distance of this scene). I struggled for a bit trying to get the boat and buoy the correct brightness (I kept making them too dark), but eventually got them at least pretty close.

 

suz's boat catching the late afternoon light, lake wentworth, new hampshire, painted in oil by santa fe artist dawn chandler

 

What I would have given to ship this boat off to Texas last week…..

 


Links to Dawn Chandler’s posts about her New Hampshire plein air painting trip below

living free and coming home

cool tools of a traveling painter

of painting tidal rivers and tool sheds…..

of sunrise clouds and sunset boats….

of lakeside chairs, vermont gardens, & the contemplation of a new hampshire river….

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of painting tidal rivers and lakeside tool sheds

 

View of the Exeter River, New Hampshire, early one August morning. Photo by Santa Fe artist Dawn Chandler

Walk for maybe ten minutes from my aunt’s front door, across the academy yards, past the post office, past the Congregational Church (with a wave down the lane to the Unitarians), past the town hall and bandstand, and make a quick right turn into Me & Ollie’s for a coffee-to-go (resisting, if you possibly can, the small snack packages of crack-like addictive granola), cross Water Street, walk past the couple of dozen pretty little shops with flowers in their windows, cut down through an urban canyon of red brick, and find yourself, coffee in hand, at the Exeter River. Here you’ll find a little paved path, dotted with occasional park benches and lovely shade trees, coursing along the waterway.

An inviting park bench along the Exeter RIver, in Exeter New Hampshire. Photo by Santa Fe artist Dawn ChandlerIt was from one of these inviting seats that I decided to create my first New England plein air oil painting. I wanted a seat in the shade, so as to minimize glare on my painting and palette (glare, as you might imagine, makes it much harder to see what I’m doing), and found one near the town-end of the river. My gaze took me across the river to the far bank, where, under a tall dark stand of pine trees sits all alone a little square brick one-story building, with an American flag out front.

I remember the first time I really noticed that little building. It was 1976 (I was 12) when my grandmother and I were driving along the Swasey Parkway and she pointed it out to me across the river. A group of women were teaming up that year to sew a Bicentennial quilt for the town of Exeter, with fabric squares of historic scenes from around town, and my grandmother’s square was to be of that little house. “That is the Powder House and was built in 1771 to store gunpowder, which is very explosive. It’s out there all by itself so that, if the gunpowder blew up, no one would be hurt.” Since that day I’ve always thought of the Powder House as belonging to my grandmother and me.

This early morning though, the Powder House was barely discernible against the shaded forest, though toward the end of my painting session, the flag was just catching the light. The hardest challenge of the morning was getting the shade of the distance trees right — not too dark and not too light. Also not too bright, as more distant colors tend to fade, though here the difference in contrast between the foliage of the mid-ground to that of the background was hardly contrasted at all. Also I needed to get used to these water-mixable oil paints, as they are slicker in texture than regular oil paints, and therefore handle a little differently.

 

Artist Dawn Chandler' plein air painting palette while painting the Exeter River in New Hampshire.

Note the limited palette of just four paint colors: Ultramarine Blue, Alizarin Crimson, Hansa Yellow + Titanium White. In addition to seeing how a painting progresses, I love, too, seeing the transformation of colors on the palette.

Artist Dawn Chandler' plein air painting palette while painting the Exeter River in New Hampshire - here, the later stages.

 

The other big challenge was painting that flag pole. I had not brought a fine detail brush with me, and so attempted to capture that white line with the flat edge of one of my regular brushes — which is a bit like trying to do fine embroidery with a toothpick. Amazed to have pulled it off as well as I did! I find it’s this tiny detail that adds charm and interest to an otherwise rather boring painting.

 

Artist Dawn Chandler' plein air painting of the Exeter River and distant Powder House and flag pole in New Hampshire.

 

Later that afternoon found me an hour north of the Exeter River and just a few yards from the shore of Lake Wentworth, in the shadow of my aunt’s summer house. I don’t know when the house was built, but she’s had it since the 1950s, and has kept it more or less the same these 60 some years. Yes, it has wifi, but blessedly no television (If you want to keep track of the Red Sox, you need to tune in to the radio). During my brief visits to The Lake, my primary occupations are, in no particular order of importance: swimming, reading, jigsaw puzzles, card games, conversation, naps, walks, knitting, kayaking, letter-writing, eating, sipping, and — most recently — painting.

And so my first painting at The Lake was of my aunt’s tool shed — mainly because, when I found a seat in the shade, the tool shed sat right in front of me. Though the day had been quite temperate, about the time I sat down to paint, the wind shifted and plunked down a stiffing mass of heat and humidity. Eventually it would shift again as I was painting, and bring with it a lovely cooling breeze and, eventually, a few rain drops.

What really drew me to this unusual view though was the light shining through the windows of the tool shed, and spilling onto the floor and work bench.

 

Artist Dawn Chandler's plein air paint palette and painting of her aunt's tool shed at the lake house on Lake Wentworth, New Hampshire

 

Of the seven paintings I created on my New Hampshire sojourn, THIS is the one my aunt (87!) chose to keep for herself (for I let her pick one — a small token of my deep appreciation for her letting me invade her lake sanctuary). In selecting it, she said, “I like this one, for I’m particularly proud of my tools!” As another woman who is also proud of her tools, I can relate!

 

Artist Dawn Chandler's plein airt paint kit sits in front of her aunt's tool shed, now closed up in anticipation of rain, Lake Wentworth.

 


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Links to Dawn Chandler’s posts about her New Hampshire plein air painting trip below

living free and coming home

cool tools of a traveling painter

of painting tidal rivers and tool sheds…..

of sunrise clouds and sunset boats….

of lakeside chairs, vermont gardens, & the contemplation of a new hampshire river….

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cool tools ….of a traveling painter

Tools of a traveling painter - Grid photo of Santa Fe artist Dawn Chandler's traveling plein air painting tools and gear

Before I share the mechanics of painting my little New Hampshire scenes, perhaps I should spend a bit of time talking about the [cool] tools of a traveling painter.

This was the first time I traveled by plane with tubes of oil paint, and I wasn’t sure how that would go with TSA. Online research indicated that most artists have no problem checking a bag with oil paint, as long as certain packing precautions are taken. I decided Winsor & Newton water-mixable oil paints would be a pretty safe bet with the TSA. Plus, they would be much easier in terms of clean-up after a painting session, since you can use soap and water. (Crazy, huh? Read more about water-mixable oil paints in my post from a couple years ago.). When I packed up the paints, I double-bagged them in zip-lock bags, with printed labels that  stated clearly: WATER-MIXABLE ART SUPPLIES, and included the manufacturer’s statement that they are non-hazardous and safe for air travel

I ended up checking two bags: One with my clothes, and the other, a medium duffle with my art supplies and hiking boots.

Because this trip was more about spending time with family and friends, and less about solitary hiking and painting, I decided to bring my day pack (rather than my backpack) and my small paint box. The day pack would be my carry-on bag/purse as well as my pack for short hikes and plein air sessions.

 

Tools of a traveling painter - artist Dawn Chandler's pochade paint box made by Guerilla

 

I own two Guerrilla plein air paint boxes, and both which I just love. They are incredibly well-made and sturdy (hat’s off to Carl Judson, modern-day rancher turned Guerilla plein air painter, who thought of everything when he designed these boxes). My larger box is relatively bulky and heavy as it accommodates paint panels up to 9” x 12”. For excursions with this box, I use my backpack to carry it.

Tools of a traveling painter - Dawn Chandler's day pack for carrying her small plein air paint kit

My small Guerrilla Pocket Box is for 5” x 7” panels and fits easily into my daypack.
My daypack, by the way, is a Patagonia Refugio Backpack 28L. (When not painting, and just ambling around town from cafe to cafe, it has a large padded sleeve for a laptop. The newest version of the pack now has an extra exterior pocket for travel documents which is such a frickin’ cool addition that I’m dang tempted to buy a new pack just for that pocket!)

 

For my painting surface, I use Ampersand gessobord, which I have pre-stained back in my studio with a couple of layers of Golden acrylic paint (remember you can paint with oils over acrylic, but you cannot paint acrylics over oils). Lately I’ve been staining them a warm purplish (varying combinations of burnt sienna, burnt umber, dioxanine purple and ultramarine blue), which adds a nice undercurrent of warm shadow as I develop the paintings.

Contained within my sweet little pochade box is all that I need to paint a masterpiece (…except, umm, skill….. which comes much less easily…. ). Here’s the list (asterisked items are discussed in more detail further down)

Tools of a traveling painter - The contents of Santa Fe artist Dawn Chandler's small plein paint box made by Guerilla

COOL TOOLS OF A TRAVELING PAINTER

IN THE BOX

— 2 – 3 Ampersand stained gessobord

— paper towels cut into 1/4ers*

— vessel for painting medium with secure top

— mini palette scraper

— assortment of brushes*

— palette knife

— pencil*

— 4 – 6 tubes of paint*

ADDITIONAL ART SUPPLIES:

— painting medium*

— brush soap*

— wet painting carrier*

 

Tools of a traveling painter - Various paint supplies Dawn Chandler utilizes when plein air painting

 

ALSO IN MY PACK…

— plastic bags*

— 2 small towels or large rags*

— water bottle

— pocket knife

— bandana

— TP

— business cards

— sketchbook & pen

— snacks

—  tea/coffee thermos

— wallet

— camera

— glasses

 

Tools of a traveling painter - Additional gear Dawn Chandler carries when painting en plein air

COOL TOOL DETAILS:

paper towels cut into 1/4ers — for wiping my brush off, which I do all the time when switching between colors. Also for use when occasionally wiping out a section of the painting. When painting, I have my brush in my right hand an a folded piece of paper towel in my left. I find small pieces of paper towel much easier to wield

assortment of brushes — I brought 4 and only used 1 — the one farthest on the left. (Actually that slender red-handled one is a renegade; I had not brought that one with me, but will next time, for fine details like tree branches.) Although you can’t tell from these pictures, I have sawed off the handles of these paint brushes so they; fit in my pochade box. While you can buy brushes custom shaped to fit, I prefer my usual brushes. (My current favorite is a Silver Brush Bristlon Synthetic Bright #4.)

Tools of a traveling painter - Dawn Chandler's assortment of plein air paint brushes

pencil — for sketching the basic preliminary composition on the panel (though I never did that this trip), as well as for scratching my signature into the wet paint once the painting was deemed finished.

4 – 6 tubes of paint — doubtless the items of most interest to the painters among my readers.
Because this pochade box is so small, it can carry only a few tubes of paint — making these sessions the PERFECT excuse to paint with a limited palette. The first time I used water-mixable paints my limited palette was Alizarin Crimson + Ultramarine Blue + Cadmium Yellow Medium + Titanium White. I found the Cad Yellow Medium made the greens a little too acrid, so this time around I brought some Lemon Yellow, which, when mixed with Ultramarine Blue, would make for more a cooler, richer green. I also brought a tube of Cobalt Blue, just because I had it — however, I never used it. For the first four paintings, I only used Alizarin Crimson + Ultramarine Blue + Lemon Yellow + Titanium White. (Eventually I did pull out the Cad Yellow Medium, for reasons to be explained when I share that painting a few posts from now.)

Tools of a traveling painter - Artist Dawn Chandler's limit palette paint selection when painting with water-mixable oil paints.

painting medium — ultimately I decided I neither like nor need the medium for water-miscible oils. The paint was smooth enough that the colors mixed just fine without it, and the medium itself was just too sticky for my liking. Mind you, when I paint with traditional oils, then I do like to bring along a small vessel of Gamsol, which I do use fairly frequently when painting.)

wet painting carrier — how else to get paintings home? This model was made by Guerilla and, I believe, is no longer available. Rather, they now sell cardboard carriers (I just ordered some). They also make wooden carriers that are beautifully crafted and extremely durable; worth the price.

Tools of a traveling painter - Dawn Chandler's carrier for wet plein air paintings -made by Guerilla

brush soap — used it once on this trip; after that I just used dish soap.

plastic bags — at least two: one for my paint box, when it’s in my pack, to protect the pack interior from rogue paint splotches; the other for dirty papertowels

2 small towels or large rags — for when I’m sitting to paint: one to place on my lap, so that that paint box doesn’t slip around, especially if I’m wearing hiking pants made of slick microfiber; the other to sit on if where I’m sitting is damp.

 

Get all this together, load your pack and… You’re ready to get out there and do some paintin’!

Tools of a traveling painter - Artist Dawn Chandler's plein air pack is loaded and ready to go.

 


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living free and coming home

cool tools of a traveling painter

of painting tidal rivers and tool sheds…..

of sunrise clouds and sunset boats….

of lakeside chairs, vermont gardens, & the contemplation of a new hampshire river….

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living free and coming home

The rail to trail path near Lake Wentworth and Wolfboro, NH; photo by Dawn Chandler, Santa Fe artist

The rail trail path near Wolfboro, New Hampshire.

 

I’m in a live free or die state.

No, I don’t mean ideologically (tho’ that, too). I mean physically — in the Live Free or Die State. New Hampshire.

In the years that I’ve been writing this blog, my love for New Mexico is evident: simply survey my paintings and you’ll find no state more frequently depicted than the Land of Enchantment. I’ve made New Mexico my home for some 20+ years; it’s clear I’m infatuated with it.

More recently, I’ve spoken of of my love for Vermont. Indeed, I’ve written so affectionately about The Green Mountain State that some people — knowing I’m from the East — have assumed I’m from Vermont. (I am not. I’m proudly from New Jersey, another of the original colonies that is dear to me).

But I don’t know if I’ve ever written here about my abiding affection for New Hampshire.

Exeter, New Hampshire was my mother’s childhood home. Though born in Belmont, Massachusetts, at the age of 10 she and her family moved to New Hampshire, where my grandfather took a position teaching history at Phillips Exeter Academy. He taught there all the rest of his life, until his retirement in the 1960s, when he and my grandmother simply moved down the road, a short two or three-mile drive from the academy and town center.

The Exeter RIver, as seen early one morning from one of the town bridges, Exeter, New Hampshire; photo by Dawn Chandler, Santa Fe artist.

The Exeter River, New Hampshire, as seen early one August morning from one of the town bridges.

Exeter was where my mother was raised, where she married, and where she and my father — along with her parents — are buried.
Though she lived 42 years of my life in New Jersey, it was New Hampshire that my mother called home.

And it’s a place that I call home, too. A place I’ve been returning to nearly ever year for over half a century. Where I feel safe in my family’s memories. I know that my vision of New Hampshire is through the opaque filter of nostalgia, tinted deeply with rose and warm sepia, and little, if any, shadow. My vision is filled with light and warmth and every visit pulls me back into memories of simpler times; memories — some of which aren’t even mine, but rather are conjured from black-papered albums of faded photographs….

The farm at Bow.
Elders in rocking chairs.
Shucking corn on the back stoop.
Fields and forests where now box stores lie.
Softball and picnics at the Unitarian Church.
Hockey in a make-shift backyard rink.
Pocket knives and corncob pipes.
A rusted can dribbling water onto a whet stone.
Stone walls.
Woodpiles.
Woolens.
Wool rugs.
Aluminum foil Christmas decorations.
Vases of tea roses and snap dragons.
Green beans cooked in cream. Common Crackers with melting pads of butter floating like boats in bowls of fish chowda’. Lawrence Welk. Red Sox. Aromas of baking bread and hermit cookies. Orange pop. Apple sauce and gingerbread. Jigsaw puzzles. Hot attics and damp cellars. Wooden trunks. Lakeside conversations. Creaking stairs and kitchen table card games.
The smell of pine.
The smell of pine.
The smell of pine.
The smell of ocean.

Card games at my aunt's kitchen table at her lake house near Wolfboro, New Hampshire; photo by Dawn Chandler, Santa Fe artist

Three games of solitaire at the kitchen table at my aunt’s New Hampshire lake house. Note my winning game on the left. It was my only win that morning whereas my aunt (above) and cousin (below) won numerous times. I’m pretty sure they cheat. 😉

 

I come to New Hampshire to connect again with my roots, and walk with my mother’s family’s memories of good lives well-lived. To be reminded that all good things eventually come to an end but all bad things, too. And that the hard edge of even the most troubling news is somehow softened with a cup of tea and shared laughter.

Two inviting yard rocking chairs at my aunt's home in Exeter, New Hampshire; photo by Dawn CHandler, Santa Fe artist

 

 

A quiet early morning moment at my aunt's lake home on Lake Wentworth, near Wolfboro, New Hampshire; photo by Dawn Chandler, Santa Fe artist.

 

In my years and years of visiting New Hampshire, this most recent visit is the first time I brought a plein air paint kit. I’m so pleased that in my busy visit I somehow found time to do a bit of painting. Not nearly as many paintings as I would have liked, but a few. I’ll be sharing them here over the next few posts. Come — meet me back here for a painted glimpse into my New Hampshire….

 

August morning paint colors (en plein air) of Exeter, New Hampshire; photo and paints of Dawn Chandler, Santa Fe artist.

 


Links to Dawn Chandler’s posts about her New Hampshire plein air painting trip below

living free and coming home

cool tools of a traveling painter

of painting tidal rivers and tool sheds…..

of sunrise clouds and sunset boats….

of lakeside chairs, vermont gardens, & the contemplation of a new hampshire river….

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