wooden boat

Those People…in the Hacker!

Seeing an old wooden boat empty is one thing, but seeing it filled with people riding on top of the water is something totally different. I become instantly jealous when I see “those people” lucky enough to be riding in one, like “jet-setters” of the Adirondacks. Most folks aren’t so lucky, but those people…..!

wooden boat

Wooden boat with happy people speeding across lake!

Four cottages

Four Cottages

As a kid, we never stayed in one of these kind of cottages. They are so tidy and perfect, like a little monopoly piece! Imagine the travelers they have seen! People honeymooning, vacationing or just passing through. Every Adirondack town has them, with their adorable names. I love finding the most vintage looking cottages. Happy times!

These Four Cottages are in North Hudson, NY. I drive by them all the time. They just sit in a well manicured field. Hope they outlive all of us!

Four cottages

Four Cottages in Anytown , Adirondack Park, NY

 

 

ADK sign

Entering the Adirondacks

My mother used to say whenever she saw that sign, all her troubles would melt away. There is something about seeing the sign for the Adirondack Park that makes everything just better! Food tastes better, we sleep better, birds get a notice- everything just seems more special if it happens inside the Adirondack Park.

ADK sign

Entering the Adirondack Park Sign…somewhere in the Adirondacks. Once you pass this sign, everything in life just gets better!

1972. Family vacation; 28 days of summer memories. Day 1: “Road-trip”, 10″ x 10″ Oil. Reliving childhood one painting at a time

Cramming the four kids in the station wagon was always an adventure. Claiming your spot in the car was paramount. “I get the window!” “Called it!” and “You get the middle.” -these were just a few of the phrases we would yell while climbing into the car. I wouldn’t really know where we were going, but I was just happy to be going anywhere.  Seeing the exit to Lake George meant fun! Hope we pull off here…..roadtrp

Coke and a smile.

coke and a smile

Coke and a Smile. 10″ x 10″ Oil on Gessobord

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Detail: Coke and a Smile.

I feel for this generation that didn’t get to experience the Real Thing. The commercial- apple trees, honey bees and snow white turtle doves. Everyone knows things go better with Coke. Especially the mountains! Taking a freezing cold Coke out of a galvanized bucket of ice- there is nothing more refreshing on a hot summer’s day. It adds life!  It’s a natural! This video clip says it all! Classic Coke Commercial- Thank you Don Draper!

 

Lisa David trees

Heads Up

Lisa David trees

Heads Up, 6″ x 6″ Oil on gesso

Walking among Adirondack pines, I can not help but feel I’m in my “happy place”. The fragrant smells as you brush pine trees, the chirping of  bird (which I can never find), and the sunlight that manages to break through the towering trees to reach the floor of the woods fills me with gratefulness. Looking straight up through the trees is its own experience-almost dizzying. As a kid, I remember going on a few hikes. We would fill a canteen and wear it around our neck. My father could identify every tree. He would pick up a rock and tell  you the  geological formation from which it originated. He could hear a bird and identify it’s call, if heard only once. He is pretty much a walking Almanac of information. It’s sad that the things so available in nature aren’t shared as much as they used to be. Now, we hike with our phones. I am guilty as charged-for without my phone, I wouldn’t have taken this photo. A short walk on Hammond Pond trail yielded the most amazing views…especially up.

Lisa David pool ladder

First Step

Lisa David pool ladder

First Step, 6″ x 6″ Oil on gesso board

Taking that first step into a pool elicits the best reactions. All I know is there is nothing better on a hot day than taking a swim. Growing up, we had above-ground pools. Many of them, or so I seem to recall. My father would work into the night spouting his most colorful language. Then the hose would lay in the bottom and eventually, it would fill with the most frigid water.  We would take that first step on the ladder and stick our toes in. If we were lucky, we would get an invite to the local community pool at Clifton Knolls-Barney Road, to be exact. Well, I visited there yesterday (yes, I was lucky enough to get an invite). The pool hasn’t changed much…and taking that first step from the ladder was brutal…for about 10 seconds. But gliding into that water, I was ten again. With the sounds of the splashing, the spring of the diving board, kids laughing, footsteps on wet cement…no better way to spend at least one summer’s day.