Summer Days
When I was little, my Mom would take my sister and I to the beach on her days off. We'd trek from Quincy to Nantasket Beach. They were special days.
The radio would be blaring. It wasn't unusual for my sister and I to get excited hearing our favorites on the radio and to sing along with "Stray Cat Strut", "The Warrior," and other 80's hits. I think the radio would get louder as we got closer (going around the rotary, we would start to bounce up and down in our seats with excitement.) As soon as we saw the old roller coaster at Paragon Park, we'd start looking for parking, knowing full well that mom liked to go alllll the way to the other end of the beach.
Once settled, we would spend hours swimming, pretending to be mermaids or even the Monkees chasing the incoming waves. We were like little sea otters in the water. We loved it. A treat after a long, hot day of swimming and basking in the sun would be to stop at Cumberland Farms for a bottle of their grape soda. (I can smell it as I type this.)
Without fail, on the way there in the morning, we would see the same sight as we would many hours later on the way back home.
Grandpa John sitting in his beach chair with his friends. Since he was retired and lived nearby, he'd go to the beach every day. He'd sit in the exact same spot in the grass with his lawn chair, talking. We never stopped to say hi as he was always with his friends. We'd beep and wave, knowing full well that he wouldn't see us. It was just comforting to know that he was there, enjoying a summer day with his buddies.
Supplies used:
Journal I made using a discarded, hardcover book with 100 lb Accent Opaque card stock size 9 1/2 x 13"
Acrylics: Holbein, Sennelier, Utrecht, Charvin and Golden (heavy body)
Painting knives
Brushes
Princeton Catalyst Tools
Water based Paint Marker (Posca, Molotow)
Stabilo All Aquarellable Pencils
Looked at:
Edvard Munch
Enrique Martinez Celaya
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