Down to St. Clare in Yachts

No drawing yesterday, just clicking. A few photographs that caught my attention as I struggled to get my sea legs. I could get used to life aboard. I loved Old Glory waving in the wake and everybody loved the duck begging for crumbs.






No poop deck allowed; the swim deck stays the swim deck.

This afternoon the museum. There's a modern American painting at the Detroit Institute of Arts (DIA) that I can't for the life of me recall the title or the artist; I can just describe every detail. I'm going to search it out to fill in those blanks. This student of portraiture thinks this guy is a genus.