Another little painting of somewhere in Scotland as we drove up to Oban. Oban is a nice little town, very picturesque, even in winter, as it overlooks a bay and beyond lie the inner Hebrides. The port was fairly busy with ferries coming in and out and along the shore were boats on their side sitting in the mud on the low tide. This was all glimpsed as I kept my head down trying not to slip on the icy sidewalks. No one grits or salts there so everyone was mincing along the town, occasionally clutching at walls or lamp posts.
Sadly, oh-so-sadly, the Oban distillery was closed for the holidays. The big wooden door was shut. There is no god.
As beautiful as this painting is, all pleasure might well have been sucked dry from Oban in the face of that closed wooden door.
Posted by: Susan | January 12, 2010 at 08:03 PM
I did feel somewhat snubbed. I mean, didn't they know I was coming?
Posted by: spinyurchin | January 17, 2010 at 10:00 PM
I have taken the entire of last evening to browse through your fabulous blog. I love your paintings, all of them.
Are you on hiatus from posting? Or have I not found the most recent postings?
Jesse in Las Vegas, NV
Posted by: Jesse/Joan | June 19, 2010 at 11:19 AM