I never took much percentage in nostalgia. I have always had enough in front of me to spend much time looking back. I was, however, a bit nostalgic learning this old fish house in Wanchese had succumb to the elements and finally the wrecking ball. She is gone now, a victim of neglect. I have painted her before,
in the past), but no more.
"Ode to the Fish House"
a poem by Rick Nilson
Oh, my old fish house. Sitting so patiently, while I painted you, alone in my studio.
Never asking to have your roof fixed or your windows caulked while I painted you, alone in my studio.
Now I shall paint you again, alone in my studio.
Jeese how cheese!
Oil on canvas 16"X16"
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