Beth’s comment:- The Lenape Indians thought it was rude/wrong to point a finger at another. When they wanted to get the attention of another in that direct way- they held up a feather.So- in my painting, the Lenape woman is holding a feather up to us- in an attempt to draw our attention to the abundance and wealth of resources at our disposal. It is a cautionary gesture. Her other hand is pointing downward toward the bed of oysters she stands on. In the water we will see fish and water-life revealed as well.
A small handful of artists stood on the littered filled beach in Croton Point Park shivering. It was 3:30 pm, afterschool on a Tuesday. The wind chill was strong enough where we felt the numbness in our covered toes & fingers. We met Chris Letts, a Hudson River Foundation educator, fishermen with a passion for history and nature on the shore for a beach combing experience. He wore shorts, leggings, a light anorak, bright eyes, and a big bearded welcoming grin. He was once described by a girl scout as “a wonderous creature“. I can not find more suitable words that fit him like this one.
At his feet lay an empty bucket, a pair of goggles, a single flip flop, a coconut and a piece of driftwood. He went through these items, mentioning the regularity with which these particular manmade pieces appear. The coconut at a time used to drift all the way from tropical islands, now immigrants in NY have contributed to it’s frequent appearance on the shoreline. When he came to the piece of wood, he stopped, took a sniff and said, “from a 1970 crate of heavy Scottish brandy.” We were all puzzled & amazed at the accuracy of his smell & laughed when we all caught on to his joke.
We continued walking along the shore as he pointed out how the waves clearly sorted out the debris in a diagonal fashion. Weight, wind, and currents left an organized mess on the beach. Surprisingly, a majority of the “stuff” was natural. A few of us picked up unfamiliar objects that Chris identified, one by one. We moved from topics of endangered species, invasive ones, historical facts and movements of climate and impacts of man. We learned how one native species like the rainbow smelt, no longer are found in local waters due to rising temperatures.
The tour continued to Georges island where an active marshland is divided on one side by salty water, the other side by fresh. The story is the island got it’s name because every African American that passed through, many of which assisted in various farming industries including brick making was called “George”.
We ended the day with our extremities close to frozen and the sun setting as we drove by Greens Cove in Verplanck. Here Chris spotted an amazing bald eagle flying by. We stopped and found her hidden nest through his telescope sitting on the treetops across the river, out of mans reach, admiring her beauty.