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About Hubbardsville, NY
Hubbardsville is located in Madison County, New York. The population is approximately 692. One major attraction is the Brookfield Trail, a popular biking spot in the area. There are also numerous historic cemeteries in Hubbardsville, including the Cole Hill Cemetery and the Hamilton Center Cemetery. Among the biggest companies in Hubbardsville are the Baja Shop and Black Vest Cycle Works. The biggest schools here are Beaver Meadow School and Cole Hill School. One of the best places to visit when you are here is the Charles E. Baker State Forest located within close proximity of Hubbardsville.
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It's A Good Day To Escape
One of the nice little perks about being an artist is that you don't have to be somewhere you don't want to be. You can use your imagination and go anywhere you want, without actually doing so. Friday was lovely here, the sun was shining and the trees were showing early signs of brilliant color. It was a great day for a picnic and a nice long walk with our two dogs, Cuddles and Sherlock. I even had a couple of friends tag along to share the beautiful day. Needless to say, not much painting got done. Today is damp and dreary, even the dogs look rejected lying on the couch. It's a good day to be somewhere else. So I am spending the day in Equisheim, a quaint village in the Alsace Region of France on what is world renown as, The Wine Trail. I say, "quaint little village" because it has all of the charm of a Medieval village and rightly so since it dates back to 720. While it is raining outside, in my little world I am basking in the sunshine, as I paint an array of colorful half-timbered houses with an over abundance of flowers, all of which are erupting in a kaleidoscope of color.
Someone Stole My Artwork
When do you know you have finally arrived in the art world? When all of those hours, years and hundreds of canvases later you are on top of your game? The answer to that question is, you know you have arrived when you find your work has been stolen. Yes that's right, stolen! It's so exciting, how many artist can say that they have had their work stolen! In a dark and strange way, it is like the highest compliment one can get about their own work, when someone else desires your painting badly enough to steal it. The painting is of Kappa Delta Rho fraternity house at Colgate University, and was hanging over the fireplace in the reception room on the first floor. So at this time I cannot say that I have work hanging in the great galleries of the world like some artists can, but how many of them can say, "Oh by the way, one of my paintings has been stolen." You've gotta love it! *The painting in this blog is Kappa Delta Rho fraternity house, but it slightly different than the painting that was stolen. This painting is still available as an original, print or greeting cards. Check it outhere.
The Fields are Alive
Yesterday morning was a beautiful late summer day and warranted an extra long walk with our two dogs Cuddles the Lab and Sherlock the Collie. I wasn't the only one that thought the day was beautiful. On my way back to the house I could see in the distance a car parked over to the side of the road. At first I thought probably someone was on their cell phone but as I got closer I could see a man was just sitting in his car. If I had been alone, I would have approached the car with trepidation, but having two big dogs with me gives me a sense of security. As I walked passed I said, "Good morning, it's a beautiful day isn't it?" He answered with "I love watching these fields." I agreed they were beautiful for truly they are, the alfalfa fields are vast, emerald green and endless or so they seem. As I walked past him my spirits soared for here was someone else who was overcome with all the beauty I face everyday. Rain came early in the afternoon and I found myself transported back to Italy and the small village of Riomaggiore painting the alcove scene of stacked boats down by the little harbor. Vita e bene!