Masts Forgiving Lateness: the bar that stays open

Nice's old port after the crowd left, one bar still lit, masts holding the last hour.

Nice's old port after the crowd left, one bar still lit, masts holding the last hour.

Santorini's caldera at the moment the blue turns violet, one taverna lamp holding the last warmth.

The Cinque Terre train pulls into Vernazza at lamplight, and the harbour bowl holds every reflected bulb like pooled honey.

The funicular in Kotor climbs into blue air while the town lights below switch on one by one.

The best time to paint Amalfi is after you've left it.

A Venice canal painted from a table nobody cleared yet.

I paint harbour towns after dark, from memory, so the lights stay where I needed them.

I kept the walls flat and let the harbour do nothing, because that is how the eye actually takes it in.

The ferry leaves at six-forty and by seven the wake is catching the first lamp from the cliff.
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