Burton's Shore

By Carrie Jacobson

One of the reasons, I think, that Wachapreague and the surrounding areas on the eastern shore of Virginia are so beautiful and untouched is that there are really no beaches there.

Instead, there’s a gorgeous salt marsh that draws all sorts of birds, and deep inlets that are home to all sorts of sealife.

And there are barrier islands with beautiful, untrammeled beaches – but they’re out between the bay and the Atlantic.

I am thankful for this, much as I love beaches. It has kept the eastern shore from looking like Virginia Beach or the Outer Banks, or any of a thousand other seaside spots that have been built up and built up and overbuilt up.

Here and there, of course, there are strips of sand, small beaches – like this one, on Burton’s Bay. It is lovely, and filled with fiddler crabs. One of these days, I’ll go swimming there. This time, I just painted.

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If  you’re looking for something to do this weekend, you might consider taking a drive to check out the Mt. Gretna Outdoor Art Festival, in Mt. Gretna, PA.  It is supposed to be an excellent show – I will report about it on my blog, The Accidental Artist, if you want to know how it came out…

Wednesday Morning Salt Marsh

By Carrie Jacobson

While the house is still a chaotic disaster, we are pretty much all moved, so breathe a big sigh of relief, and raise a cheer, and let me know if you need anything.

Table lamps? We seems to have six extra ones.

Nice drapey clothes that look good at work and are still comfortable? Finally, I am ready to let them go.

And if there’s anyone out there who needs plastic containers, kosher salt or throw rugs, drop me a line.

This morning, instead of unpacking, I went down the street and painted.  It’s so beautiful here in Wachapreague, it makes my heart ache. Even on a gray old Wednesday morning, with nothing spectacular happening, no special sky, no amazing sunrise, this is still one of the loveliest places on earth.

And it is quiet. Except for the sound of the gulls, there was no noise. You hear no traffic, no trains, not even anything off in the distance. It is quieter in Wachapreague than it was in Bolster’s Mills, Maine.

Yes, moving was tough, but it was worth it to end up here.

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If you’re in Connecticut this weekend, stop by the Mystic Outdoor Art Festival! It’s an excellent and big show, with high-quality work – and it’s fun. Mystic is great for a weekend outing, too, as the Mystic Seaport, Mystic Aquarium and Olde Mystic Village shopping center are all there. Mystic is also just a stone’s throw from the Rhode Island beaches, some of the best in New England.

If you go to the show, please stop by my booth and say hello. I’ll be at the corner of Willow and Main, across from the post office and near the bagel place.

Wachapreague, VA

By Carrie Jacobson

Sometimes, I feel like I stumble onto things. Sometimes, I feel like I am led.

I was driving back to New England from North Carolina when I turned off the main road and found this small fishing village, at the edge of the most beautiful, pristine salt marsh on the east coast. It is a United Nations-recognized Biosphere Reserve, one of the last large wetlands habitats in the world, according to one of the websites.

About 200 people live there, in this sun-soaked, wind-blown, golden place. It is all sky and light, as pure and clean and lovely as any place I’ve ever been.

I felt I belonged there, maybe more than any place I’ve ever been.

This time, I didn’t stumble. This time, I was led.

If you’re interested in this painting, please email me at carrieBjacobson@gmail.com. It might not be for sale, but it might. It is 20 inches by 20 inches, oil on canvas.