I always make it a point to peer into the gallery housing Morning at Grand Manan. At my last visit, I pulled up a nearby chair to soak in the ocean. (The museum has recently begun to strategically place chairs in the galleries that patrons can move around.)
I heaved a deep sigh. A man came up to comment on the painting and me settling in for a long gaze. Ah, it reminds me of the ocean I left behind on the West Coast. He could understand, he retorted, being a native of Rhode Island. And then he moved on. Kindred spirits like ships passing in the night, or at Grand Manan.
Morning at Grand Manan
Alfred Thompson Bricher
Indianapolis Museum of Art