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Oh Fiona

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  He used to think about her during a hurricane. Going to a hardware store with no name and purchasing supplies and preparing to ensure the storm doesn't take them up in it's wake. Strange though, the thrill of her just continuing to paint as the ocean rose, breaching the beach and flooding their property and their only car - a Doge Colt of all things... not caring for the aftermath. Too much Turner perhaps; too many turbulent paintings in the carousel of western man. But she was right.       Now Fiona is destined (he likes her name).  Yet he wonders: "why do hurricanes consolidate circumstances?" He checks for batteries and flashlights.   Steven Rhude, Wolfville

Boat Shed, Can't See Cove

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  Boat Shed, Can't See Cove,   www.secordgallery.com oil on canvas, 36" x 52", Steven Rhude “He wasn’t a religious man but a vision of what Paradise might be came to him, a windowed room afloat on an endless sea, walls packed floor to ceiling with all the books ever written or dreamed of. It was nearly enough to make giving up the world bearable.” ― Michael Crummey - Galore   In a strange way, a summer fishing camp was for a fishermen, nearly enough to make giving up the world bearable. Remarkable in their undisclosed number, some were squatter camps on crown land, some were built and furnished better than their houses on the mainland. Attempts to rid the islands of these places have come and gone - some government orders left to linger on the slush piles of more than one bureaucratic conflict of interest. This may be the essence of what a "Can't see Cove" really is. A windowed room or shack afloat on an endless sea.   Steven Rhude, Wolfville,