We bid adieu to Winter as Spring strolls in. The snow has departed from Rhode Island. Winds will still blow with a certain ferocity as rain becomes the seasonal herald in place of snow.
So we take a moment to observe and appreciate what the snow offered. It painted the shapes that we will remember. The snow highlighted paths and accentuated curves. The clean accents of the snow made us appreciate our surroundings more, not less.
We will miss the snow, but also welcome the changes and the accompanying warmth. Until next year, we archive the painted frozen memories.
Sunset CurvesAs the afternoon sun descends, the curves of Scarborough Beach are outlined, highlighted, and enhanced by the snow.
As the afternoon sun descends, the curves of Scarborough Beach are outl
Window To History
Window To HistoryViewing the historical buildings of the South County museum through the windows of the Canonchet Estate Stable Ruins. Narragansett, Rhode Island
Living in Rhode Island, there are ample views into history. We live in the cradle of the birth of a nation. Visual metaphors of history are so ubiquitous that they are often taken for granted. We cannot afford to take this rich history for granted.
Having two boys in our household gives us a greater appreciation for that history. They are thirsty to learn, and we are anxious for them to learn. On this day, we combined some hiking by the salt marshes with our son's desire to learn blacksmithing. That led us to the South County Museum.
I could not help wandering into the Canonchet Estate Stable.
Last year, about a year ago exactly as of this writing, we were itching to get out. We slipped out of the house, almost feeling like we did something wrong, to stretch our legs in the open air. We found ourselves in the comfort of the familiar docks in the Port of Galilee.
We assuaged our newfound "COVID guilt" with an evening stroll among the fishing boats. Some find the fishing port scents overwhelming. I grew up along various fishing piers. The smells were lively and comforting to me through the filter of my mask. Timeless. Familiar. I look back at the images now and still find comfort.
(All photos are from our "Boats" Portfolio)
Fishing Boat Painted By Sunlight
Fishing Boat Painted By Sunlight
A wooden dragger (fishing boat) in the Port of Galile
Snow Flows To Sea
Snow Flows To SeaThe snow on the rocks shapes itself as if water were flowing off the rocks to the water. At Black Point, Narragansett, Rhode Island.
Observing the snow on the rocks points to the natural ebb and flow of the shore. In studying the snow, it appears as graceful flowing water. In a sense, it is.
While the tide is out at this moment in time when the tide comes in and there is a storm, water drums in on these rocks. Over time, the receding waves have worn these rocks as the water seeks its natural level.
The snow has acted as a natural paintbrush to highlight the wave action. The ice shows the natural pools that form. This freezes the scene in place as the dynamic of the clouds move above and the waves below.
Soon, winter will recede as the water has.
Beetles Before Restoration (select link to see a larger photo)
Beetles Before RestorationBeetle Cats in shades of worn buff stacked and awaiting restoration at the International Yacht Restoration School in Newport, Rhode Island.
Beetle Cats in shades of worn buff stacked and awaiting restoration at the International Yacht Restoration School in Newport, Rhode Island.
There is nothing, and I mean nothing, that will make me wax nostalgic than the view of a Beetle Cat. Next to that would be the restoration of a Beetle Cat. I have the model of a Beetle Cat over my shoulder as I write.
The summer of my fourteenth year, I shelled out some of my quahogging money and bought a Beetle Cat. I spent my summer sanding, painting, and repairing. There were no broken frames, but there was a n
Snowing Over the Sound
Snowing Over The SoundPrecipitation in the distance over Rhode Island Sound as seen from the snow-covered Narragansett shore.
Precipitation In The Distance
Precipitation In The DistancePrecipitation in the distance over Rhode Island Sound as seen from the snow-covered Narragansett shore.
Precipitation in the distance over Rhode Island Sound as seen from the snow-covered Narragansett shore.
Often, I will use the word "sound" to describe a body of water. This is from years of studying charts and has become a force of habit. I tend to be specific about the bodies of water that I am working with.
A "sound" is a long broad inlet of the ocean parallel to the coast. It can also be a long passage connecting two larger bodies or separating a
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” ~ W.B. Yeats
What, exactly, are we trying to express here at Made From RI Gallery? We are attempting to show Rhode Island, its features, and its people in a positive light. We are trying to show some maritime or waterfront life in a positive light.
You will start hearing me express myself as a "Cultured Wharf Rat" or an "Educated Beach Bum". Other elevated self-deprecating terms will creep in as well. It's an attempt to elevate the beautiful things that we all take for granted. The crane on the waterfront. The shell on the beach forming an impromptu collage. The weather formation in the distance. These all have meaning in our lives. We are pulling that context
Often Viewed Not Often Seen
Often Viewed Not Often SeenA transition point between the hiking area at Black Point and Scarborough Beach. The snow is highlighting the Carriage House remnant and beach houses.
A transition point between the hiking area at Black Point and Scarborough Beach. The snow is highlighting the Carriage House remnant and beach houses.
Sailing on excursion boats and ferries, I developed the habit of turning around from time to time. The concept was to find out what action was occurring around the vessel. It was a safety matter and good seamanship and ship handling. To be succinct, the habit developed and honed my awareness of my surroundings.
This development of awareness has made me more sensitive to transition points. These transition points are temporal and p
Often, one photo inspires another. In the recent past, I posted a photograph underneath the pier at the URI Bay Campus (seen here: Made From RI Gallery | Curiosity And Exploration On The Waterfront by Keith R Wahl, Made From RI Gallery).
A friend (and longtime fellow wharf rat - we should create a fraternity of wharf rats) commented on the photo. The thought was that it reminded him of sliding a skiff between the spiles of a particular pier. The purpose was to gather and harvest mussels for clambakes.
It's the kind of thing that people like us will do, climb under a dock to harvest what is there. It's another world and it is wonderful. These are the places that others do not see nor conceive of but are there in plain sight nonetheless.
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It's the end of the day. It has been a fun time at the beach. You slow the pace as you walk as if you don't want to leave. You stop by the pavilion and look around one last time before leaving. You take in the waves, the smell, the sand, and the... snow?
Yes, the snow does come to the beach. When the beach is a part of your life, there are choices to make. You either run from it, you ignore it, or you embrace it. We choose to embrace what we have.
All photos are from our "Winter Scenes" Portfolio
Scarborough Viewing North By The Pavilion
In the summer, Scarborough Beach is a place to play in bare feet. In winter, we still play but bundled up with appropriate footwear.
Scarborough Viewing North By The Pavilion
Scarborough Viewing North By The PavilionIn th