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Good morning.

From my #landscape #art, #illustrationart, and #photography portfolio: "Winter Morning by the River, Paris, Late 19th Century"

Good night.

From my #landscape #art, #illustrationart, and #photography portfolio: "Winter Night on the Lonely Prairie"

Another morning. Grr.

From my #landscape #art, #illustrationart, and #photography portfolio: "Morning Twilight in December, East Coast Harbor, mid-19th Century"

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Well, hey there, all you morning people. Let's get this day started.

From my #landscape #art, #illustrationart, and #photography portfolio: "Morning Near an Old Mansion, Upstate New York, c. 1950"

The old saying "It's darkest just before the dawn" is incorrect. From my experience, "It's always darkest just before it's pitch black."

A new day begins. Brace yourselves, good people.

From my #landscape #art, #illustrationart, and #photography portfolio: "Winter Morning from a Balcony, Late 19th Century"

May you have a good evening.

From my #landscape #art, #illustrationart, and #photography portfolio: "On the Way to Eternity"

A long drive south of Ashland, but I had relatives near the Hocking Hills in Ohio. Had time in the Cumberland Plateau area (supposedly, I was born there, but I doubt it), and then over well past Jenkins into West Virginia. Moved around a bit, always landing near relatives, even in Tennessee hollers.

Yes, it was.

Cinders.

Around those parts, coal was the usual, although there might also be a wood stove. There were a few oil burners, but those were more toward town. Coal was okay, but I did sorely dislike pulling the clinkers.

Yes.

I spent years in the Cumberland Gap area, and I headed north through eastern Ohio (never missing a detour toward Akron for Swensen's cheeseburgers) to get to Pennsylvania to visit relatives who were breakaways from the more religious communities; then I'd head down and around to Toledo.

Well, I'll be darned. You know these places. They're so familiar to me that I might be able to do these paintings with my eyes shut.

Another day begins. Let's survive it.

From my #landscape #art, #illustrationart, and #photography portfolio: "Winter Morning in Eastern Kentucky, c. 1958"

Whelp, it looks like we all made it through another day. Yay, Team!

From my #landscape #art, #illustrationart, and #photography portfolio: "Lighting the Darkness"

Good morning.

From my #landscape #art, #illustrationart, and #photography portfolio: "It's Snowing!"

Not deserted. This was what communities looked like in the times of my kin. I was in places like this. The more "modern" versions in the backlands have old house trailers side-by-side with shacks and a few better houses. Even though I'm okay with being there, the stories they tell... never mind

Forgive me for that slice-of-life (such that is and always has been). If it's of any reassurance, although my artwork sometimes carries a greater or lesser degree of Realism movement influence, I'm not inclined to take my viewers into the Appalachian life quite as far as the inside of an outhouse.

The most frightening part in that weather was going to the outhouse. Some of the houses shared one (a "two holer").

Good morning.

From my #landscape #art, #illustrationart, and #photography portfolio: "Early Winter in Appalachia, c. 1950"

Good night. May you stay warm and safe.

From my #landscape #art, #illustrationart, and #photography portfolio: "Urban Night in the Back Streets, c. 1952"

Welcome to Bluesky. You will like this out-of-the-way diner much more than Twitter. Follow me here and I'll follow you back.

Well, thank you, and the same right back to you. I have the turkey prepped and in the oven. I made the pumpkin pie last night, and the mashed potatoes will be whipped after the turkey comes out and sets for a while. Squash is in the oven, too. My daughter is making her broccoli-cheese casserole.

I sincerely appreciate your kind words.

Happy morning to all of you.

From my #landscape #art, #illustrationart, and #photography portfolio: "Winter Morning, Northern Europe, c. 1790"

Read the EXIF before using the defamatory "AI" label on my artwork.

It's my style, a transition from the outer world to the world I see.

This is one of my versions of Hopper's "Nighthawks," except that I wanted more of a sense of the loneliness of Eternity rather than just the alienation of modernity. That, and Mabel's is the respite of life before the loneliness of forever.