Day seventeen: The dinghy had been dragged up on the shore and left there. No one knew to whom it belonged. + + +
Deep into the night under the same moon, the stevedore carved away at a piece of meerschaum, his replacement stone for scrimshaw bone. Salt and sea were in his blood, and old traditions are sluggish to die. This is what he carved. + + + .
Day twenty-one );ate): A cluster of wooden buoys hung on the porch, now strewn with crunchy leaves. It hadn't been swept since the summer. #Inktober. See more at @edaggarart
Day fourteen: A coconut pirate was among the nautical tchotchkes and geegaws decorating the cozy kitchen.
Day nine of Inktober. A lighthouse perched along a rocky shore. Its slow, sweeping beam of light reminded her of the lonely sound of a freight train late at night, a sound that always made her feel wistful and longing for both home and elsewhere simultaneously.
An anchor lay rusting among the rocks and ferns. The story continues, but releases very few of its secrets. I originally saw this near the saltbox house somewhere; maybe round back or on the far side of the porch. Maybe at the end of the narrow dirt and gravel driveway approaching from the main road.… Continue reading An anchor lay rusting among rocks and ferns
Day three of #Inktober2017. A stevedore smoking a meerschaum pipe. Follow me @edaggarart on instagram to see more art, or @electrofork to see more photos. Even more art at: elizabethdaggar.com.
Just sharing this beautiful image, the latest print from Dan McCarthy. I've been a fan of his work for years and own a number of his prints. We did a print swap years ago, and I've bought some in the intervening years. Always stunning silhouettes, and this one is no exception.