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Online Art Gallery #131

A pair of bands (Times Square and klezmer), and 3 overseas water scenes, are part of this week’s online art gallery.

This is your feature. All readers are invited to contribute. Age, level of experience, subject matter — there are no restrictions.

All genres are encouraged. Watercolors, oils, charcoal, pen-and-ink, acrylics, lithographs, macramé, jewelry, sculpture, decoupage and (yes) needlepoint — whatever you’ve got, email it to 06880blog@gmail.com. Share your work with the world!

“Eric 1976” (Eric Bosch)

“Tanzania Great Migration” — Photographer Mike Hibbard says of his subjects: ““If we get across this crocodile-infested river we will have earned our stripes.”

Untitled (Sharon Paulsen)

“Subway Serenade Times Square” (Lawrence Weisman)

“An Old Time Klezmer Band” (Steve Stein)

“From the Aegean in Greece” (Claudia Sherwood Servidio)

“Off the Path” — Montenegro (Nancy Anderson)

“The Last Susan of the Season” (Peter Barlow)

Unsung Heroes #227

Claudia Sherwood Servidio is a newcomer to Westport. 

So far, she loves living here. As a photographer, she has a great eye for local beauty (check out her photos on “06880”). And as a Westporter, she’s realizing there are some very good people.

Claudia writes:

When we arrived 6 months ago, we heard stories of how much Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward were important parts of this caring community — along with so many others.

We felt this was a town with charm, and a connectedness to people and nature.

We walk daily to see what we might discover next: the shops, the food, the art, the deer!

Yesterday my husband  lost his key. We did not realize it until we returned home. We walked back twice to retrace our steps, but no key. Luckily we carried a spare.

Today my husband got a call from the Westport Library. They had our key! We had joined as soon as we moved here. My husband’s mini-library card was attached to his key.

Some conscientious person had found our key, and gone to the library. Someone there looked up our number, and called us.

Thank you to whoever found our key, and to the Westport Library.

We think we live in Opie’s Mayberry! Are we dating ourselves? Still, we keep walking…