We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Well here, I'll venture out and make a fool of myself.
I love the sea, perfect capture. Genius in hiding most of the dory. But the fishermen... look stilted, too ramrod straight for the motion of the ocean. The weather... well is the front coming or going. What am I missing?
dunno if you're missing anything at all, LM -- they are especially stiffened -- as if on alert -- maybe art critics might point to the picture's elemental simplicity, the dynamic angles in contrast to the dreamlike text. technically they might talk about the brushstrokes, the way they follow the motion as well as the look of the elements they depict. meaningwise, the humans are jarring in the timeless nature (the way they are painted makes them so), nature being everything except the knowing that it exists.