Tideway at Hatteras

Cape Hatteras, North Carolina. View towards mainland. Watercolor, 13 x 9.5 inches, 1984.

This scene is like so many around the area that is now my home.
. . . Kathleen

I had forgotten the Tideway at Hatteras painting, until you reproduced it. I'm glad that you have it. Today it reminds me of life at both ends of my career as architect. I am yet an artist. As a young graduate in architecture, and with a Ford convertible with rumble seat, I was at a scene on Chesapeake Bay much like this one. Because I had an automobile seating three passengers, I was invited to a GWU sorority weekend on the bay. We had Saturday lunch of boiled live crab (or crayfish?). I didn't much like the smell, but ate just the same. Then two women art students and I went late afternoon canoeing on the tidewaters and lagoons. Paddling was easy in the moving water, without our realizing that the tide was coming in. We started back to the cottage, but made little headway. Finally, I in back and Virginia in front, with the other woman still seated, we climbed out and waded the canoe a good distance to the estuary. At times we were lucky enough to be only waist deep. We didn't fancy being out all night in a canoe. . . . Who was it that wrote "How dear are the scenes of my childhood, when fond remembrance recalls them to view?"
. . . F.K. Kerr