It’s that time of year…mid August…where the Cape summer slowly reveals hints of fall. Cooler mornings and evenings start and finish otherwise hot, summery days. At the height of the season, mid-day, when the sun is high and colors are brightly illuminated, there’s no better time of year, on the Cape (or anywhere). Here’s a
On a recent drive through Bell’s Neck preservation in Harwich–a beautiful drive down a dirt road that extends off Rt 28, into marshlands and woods–I came across an old, seemingly abandoned house and barn. The property is classic old Cape Cod architecture…and while the house was impressive, and worthy of becoming a painting…it was the
I had completed a piece a few months ago…wasn’t sure I liked a significant part of it…a road, specifically, that dominated the right hand side of the composition. The subject was confusing…was it the structure? or the road? It went to a gallery, came back, and sat in the studio for a couple weeks until
Postcards in and “Peter Batchelder: Summer Places” show coming up fast! Reception Saturday July 20, 6-8 pm for new work at Left Bank Gallery on Commercial St in Wellfleet. Hope to see you there!
Took a drive last fall to the bayside “elbow” of the Cape, to Paines Creek Beach in Brewster, where the marshes that prevail in that area extend out from land and connect to the bay. This scene caught my eye, partly for the simplicity, but also for the mystery of the jeep road that seemed
I was recently driving down 6A, on the way back from Wellfleet to Dennisport, and caught a glimpse of an expanse of marsh and salt ponds in the distance. On the very distant shore of the farthest pond were two old boathouses, side-by-side, perched on the water’s edge. I suspect these are on some remote
I’ve been to California only once, a short visit to the Sonoma and Napa regions. Aside from the obvious beauty of this part of the country, the hills and valleys of wine country seemed to have a soft, warm, haziness that cast the scenery in a golden light. Many years later, I found a reference
The next town over from ours, Mont Vernon, sits at the top of a hill, accessed via Route 13, which ascends steeply straight up for about a mile from the valley below. On the way up, several farms line either side of the road, with this one tucked into one of the foothills. On a
As a teenager living on the Cape, my High School bus wound its way through the country lanes of Sesuit and Quivett Necks. On the Quivett portion of the ride, we passed this place every day. Tucked down a dirt drive, it sits on the edge of a salt marsh that extends to Cape Cod
I came across this scene very recently, on a chilly Spring drive along the National Seashore. It was a pretty nondescript scene…but interesting in that this old shed should be standing randomly along the bluff, with no larger structure nearby to justify it being there. “Pamet Hollow” 20 x 20 o/c.