Carrie’s Painting of the Week

Cape Cod Morning

By Carrie Jacobson

Where have I been the past couple weeks? Apparently I’ve been in some other time zone, some time zone in my head, where the passing of days is meaningless – even though it continues to happen.

As the days have traveled by, I have looked up and realized that yes, I’ve forgotten to post to Zest. And forgotten a slew of other things as well.

This week where I live, sunrise is at the earliest it will be for the entire summer. Sunset will continue to grow later, but the truth of the matter is that we are in that stretch, that sweet stretch, where the days arc out broadly, and dawns and dusks are as slow and gentle as they will be all year.

This time, though I am cold as winter on these 50-degree mornings, I am aware. This year, for the first time in ages, through the fog of the passing days and the missed appointments and the forgotten meetings, I am stretching out along these golden days, and savoring their length and light and fragile dawns and dusks.

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2 Responses to “Carrie’s Painting of the Week”

  1. Manja Says:

    I just feel like taking chunks of clouds out of that sky. I want to feel the crunch in my mouth… Kinda like those meringues my mom used to make.
    I love the boldness of your work.
    I wanna paint like the Carrie.

  2. carrie jacobson Says:

    Oh, Manja, thank you!

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