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Casco Bay in Portland, Maine is beautiful in every season—but in winter, it has a raw, untamed beauty. This pastel (9×12) captures Fort Williams’ Gazebo in January, standing strong against the cold. The evergreen on the left has weathered countless storms, holding its place through the winter’s onslaught. I wanted you to feel the bite of the wind sweeping over the bay, and the way the sunlight—bright and almost defiant—spills across the scene, hinting that spring will return.
The Gazebo is the heart of this painting. In summer, it’s where tourists linger and locals gather to watch the boats and yachts dance across Casco Bay. My wife and I often visit here, not just in summer, but in every season, to watch the light change over the water and to take in both the old and the new Portland.
Beyond the Gazebo, you can see Fort Gorges—silent now, but once a sentinel guarding the city from the threat of war. To me, it’s a reminder that even places built for conflict can become places of peace.
This painting comes from a grateful heart. It’s my way of holding both truths at once: the sharp, bitter beauty of a New England winter, and the quiet promise of warmth and peace that always follows.
Casco Bay in Portland, Maine is beautiful in every season—but in winter, it has a raw, untamed beauty. This pastel (9×12) captures Fort Williams’ Gazebo in January, standing strong against the cold. The evergreen on the left has weathered countless storms, holding its place through the winter’s onslaught. I wanted you to feel the bite of the wind sweeping over the bay, and the way the sunlight—bright and almost defiant—spills across the scene, hinting that spring will return.
The Gazebo is the heart of this painting. In summer, it’s where tourists linger and locals gather to watch the boats and yachts dance across Casco Bay. My wife and I often visit here, not just in summer, but in every season, to watch the light change over the water and to take in both the old and the new Portland.
Beyond the Gazebo, you can see Fort Gorges—silent now, but once a sentinel guarding the city from the threat of war. To me, it’s a reminder that even places built for conflict can become places of peace.
This painting comes from a grateful heart. It’s my way of holding both truths at once: the sharp, bitter beauty of a New England winter, and the quiet promise of warmth and peace that always follows.