Bill Commerford

Stockbridge Vermont Autumn2006

The White River flows alongside this secondary road on the other bank of the White River from
the meeting of Vermont's Rt. 107 and Rt.100. The Lamb Spring... one of a half dozen great
Vt. springs continually monitored for purity... is nestled into the hillside by Blackmer Boulevard.
............With Julie and Werner up to save the 'shack'. The concrete piers holding the 'shack'
up on our hilside since the early seventies have responded to a very wet 2006 spring/summer
by tipping downhill as our saturated hillside slumped. Our only real painting break from foundation
stabilizing or brushcutting site work was at the Lamb Spring for water or our morning moments
sitting at the breakfast table and looking out at the maple at the edge of the spring hillside across
our waving yellow meadow crown of goldenrod. [Tim brought Beau's DR Brushcutter over and
it was two days of wrestling with her bowflex on wheels and today the wildflower's meadow
overgrowth of blackberry canes has been wrestled down along with its goldenrod covering.]

Somewhere in the archives I've an early morning sunstruck watercolor of the same maple tree
from the same breakfast table at the same time. The sun shines over Little Vulture Mountain and
onto our wildflower meadow by ten in the morning this close to Autumn Solstices. The same maple
from more than 30 years ago watercolored from sapling to the above. Here it is in the original
silver and gold inlined mat from the late 80's framed painting in my 'Up to the Past' one man show.

There's an archive of paintings produced from loving this Rt. 107heart of Vermont for 40+ years.