Windward

Summertime fun in Provincetown Harbor, sailing on the Schooner Hindu.    “We clear the harbor and the wind catches her sails and my beautiful ship leans over ever so gracefully, and her elegant bow cuts cleanly into the increasing chop of the waves. I take a deep breath and my chest expands and my heart starts thumping so strongly I fear the others might see it beat through the cloth of my jacket. I face the wind and my lips peel back from my teeth in a grin of pure joy.” (L.A. Meyer)

   

10 x 10

Oil on Linen

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