Well, shit! Hm. Hope they find a buyer who maintains the products.

One of my local favorites here in the Northeast is a soda manufacturer called Squamscot… they make soft drinks and have an outstanding Birch Beer flavored one, which I love making floats with.

It was satisfying, not going to lie about it. I sat up in bed and listened to him grouse for a bit then went back to sleep. I even brought the porch shovels in (we usually kept two outside next to the door so anyone in the building could use them) and tucked them into the utility closet. Don’t know how he got out, in the morning the car was gone and just enough of the snow had been moved so the car could escape - but it likely wasn’t fun for the driver.

I had a parking chair out in front of my apartment. Someone threw it on the sidewalk and put their car into the spot I’d spent hours clearing (lotsa heavy, icy, snow plowed up into the driver’s side…) When I got back from the grocery store, I was pissed off, so I dropped my food into the hallway of the apartment, drove around until I found a spot in the nearby municipal lot then came home and shoveled ALL the snow right back into the space around the car. Needless to say, when the driver got back after they’d been doing whatever… (likely drinking, the time he returned was about right for last call) he was not happy. I heard a lot of cussing and stomping.

Legalities aside, If I clear a space and it takes me a long time… Oh no buddy… I’m putting ALL the snow back.

You want the space… YOU shovel it open.

If you ever get a chance to see any of his works in a gallery or museum… do it! The colors glow like nothing you’ve seen.

When I was little, I had an aunt that had one of the prints called Ecstasy - from 1929 - in her home.

Faded and of course stained (even though it was under glass) from the chain smoking she did.

It was one of her most cherished things, so I learned everything she knew about Parrish - she had an encyclopedic book on his technique which I read from cover to cover and as I got older, I tried my hand at glazing - a fierce technique of layering transparent and translucent color onto panel or canvas.

Each color separated by a clear coat so you look into the image, like stained glass, layers deep.

Years later, there was a comprehensive show of his pieces that came to the Currier Museum in New Hampshire (early 90’s IIRC) and I got tickets for myself and auntie…

I got to his most famous image - Daybreak - and the colors in it are beyond anything that any online photos show.

Not even the NY Lithographic Society that initially had rights to the image come close.

Pinks and magentas in the trees that frame the image that take your breath away. I stood in front of that painting for a good 15 minutes and have the colors burned into my mind.

At some point, if I can find a good enough high-res copy, I’m going to try my hand at doing a CMYK color separation of the image (with Photoshop or GIMP) and readjust to what it actually looks like. No one’s gotten it right. I’ve always been a bit of a colorist and zoom in on tint, tone and shade, so this challenge is one that hits my artistic monkeybone, big time.

I won’t even get into the landscapes of the New Hampshire winters and the evening light he recreated in those images. You can fall into them.

Definitely, again, if you ever get a chance to see a real Parrish… do it. It’s absolute magic.

Maxfield Parrish’s use of color theory and it’s application in his glazed paintings made using most often (esp. for commercial works made for print) cyan, magenta, hansa yellow and lamp black pigments in a translucent medium.