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What to Make of the January 6 Committee‘s Criminal Referrals by J.E. Dean

December 21, 2022 by J.E. Dean
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By now, those of us who have been following the House Select Committee on the January 6 Attack on the Capitol know that the Committee made four criminal referrals to the Justice Department based on its finding that Donald Trump committed serious crimes. The charges are obstruction of an official proceeding; conspiracy to defraud the U.S.; conspiracy to make a false statement; and insurrection. Those are serious charges, but what do the Committee’s referrals mean?

I will defer to other, more knowledgeable sources to explain how the findings of the Committee fit with each of the four crimes Trump and others are accused of committing. Involved are Trump’s “Big Lie;” his claim that he won the election when he knew that he hadn’t; his lying to state and other officials to persuade them to take actions to set aside the 2020 vote; his efforts to prevent the certification of President Biden’s electoral victory by preventing the electoral college votes from being counted; and, of course, organizing and encouraging the insurrection at the Capitol.

Only the Department of Justice can indict Trump for these alleged federal crimes. The burden of proof necessary for the DOJ to indict Trump is higher than that used by the Committee in making its criminal referrals. And the burden of proof necessary to convict Trump is still higher. That is why some legal experts question whether Trump will be indicted and even more question whether he will be convicted.

Some pundits, especially those of a conservative bent, claim that the Committee’s criminal referrals will serve as proof of the political nature of the charges. Trump himself, in a post on social media, wrote, “These folks do not get it that when they come after me, people who love freedom rally around me. It strengthens me. What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.”  Are they right? I don’t think so. 

The January 6 Committee has presented a compelling case that felonies were committed and that one man, Trump, was the cause of the entire January 6 nightmare. That is why you are unlikely to see a point-by-point rebuttal of the evidence the January 6 Committee found.

Evidence that Trump’s legal situation, already dire, worsened is clear by how he reacted to the Committee’s decision. One Trump social media post quotes Friedreich Nietzsche, one of Adolf Hitler’s favorite philosophers. In suggesting the criminal referral will “strengthen” himself, Trump is positioning himself as an “uber mensch,” a superman. 

Trump’s post also reflects his continuing delusion that “the people who love freedom” will continue to rally around him as the evidence of his crimes grows. And what do you think the reference to those “people” rallying around him is meant to convey? 

Have you read Trump’s other reactions to the referrals? Here are two:

“The Fake charges made by the highly partisan Unselect Committee of January 6th have already been submitted, prosecuted, and tried in the form of Impeachment Hoax # 2. I WON convincingly. Double Jeopardy anyone!”  Trump does not understand the difference between an impeachment and a criminal proceeding. 

Trump also wrote: “The people understand that the Democratic Bureau of Investigation, the DBI, are out to keep me from running for president because they know I’ll win and that this whole business of prosecuting me is just like impeachment was — a partisan attempt to sideline me and the Republican Party.”  

My read of the immediate reaction to the criminal referrals and Trump’s reaction to them is that they will not re-energize the Trump mob or convince anyone else to start seeing Trump as a victim. Proud Boys and Oath Keepers, among others, have been sobered up by some of their members going to jail for the January 2021 visit to Washington. 

And many of Trump’s “people” are looking for the door as his behavior becomes more bizarre—anyone want a $99 digital image of Trump dressed as a superhero—and other evidence of unethical business practices. Even Trump’s favorite daughter is walking away. (I understand that she and Jared did not buy any of the Trump NFTs.)

So, will the DOJ indict Trump? The Committee’s actions will increase pressure on the special counsel, Jack Smith, not that more pressure is needed. Smith is likely to act against Trump in the near future. The more you read about Smith, the more obvious it is that Trump has compelling cause to worry. 

Trump is likely to be convicted, but that’s speculation. I will read the 1000+ pages of the Committee’s final report during the upcoming holiday. It will not raise my holiday cheer, but I am happy that Donald J. Trump will soon get the present he so richly deserves. 

Happy Holidays to Spy readers. I wish you and your family a joyous holiday. 

J.E. Dean is a retired attorney and public affairs consultant writing on politics, government, birds, and other subjects 

 

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Old Council v. New Council by Al Sikes

December 21, 2022 by Al Sikes
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Power is entangling, it has an adhesive quality. People who have held it frequently do not want to give it up. We have seen this frequent drama play out nationally and now locally.

Lisa Ghezzi was appointed by the Talbot County Council to serve on the Counties’ Planning and Zoning Commission in June of 2019. All of us who know her were not surprised that she dug in, did her homework and in some cases came to conclusions that angered certain members of the appointing authority.

Now, there are a number of matters that come before the Planing and Zoning Commission and overall their work is spelled out in a comprehensive plan. I am sure there is a lot of detail that would show differences of opinion among Commissioners but that is the work of a reporter and that is not my job.

But, the most pronounced theme of this drama is one of power. Who has it and how will they exercise it. Ms Ghezzi thought that procedurally and substantively the full development of Lakeside, with its plan for 2,500 homes and commercial services, should be revisited. Not stopped but revisited in the context of 2023. After all the initial permits date to 2006 although there is confusion in even that conclusion.

Land Developers talk about economic growth in sweeping superlatives. But then those who choose to run for office or accept appointments must consider policing and schools and traffic and the capacity of the surrounding landscape to escape significant harm. When the developers big equipment moves in it tears down woods, levels fields, spreads concrete and creates the pathways for wastewater disposal. There are no free lunches.

In short, there are costs and benefits to development and when the pressures that inevitably follow big development plans are asserted voters are right to press public officials to understand and act on the cost side of the equation as well.

The question now is whether at the recent election a truly new Council was elected. And when I say new council I am referring to all five of those elected in November. Presumably the two incumbents who heard from the voters a second time are also newly informed.

The term Reset was and is used by those opposed to Lakeside as a four-fold expansion of Trappe. And it is clear that the forces of development do not want a Reset. Let me suggest another word—Revisit. Given the intense focus on Lakeside a truly new council cannot help but Revisit Lakeside. Voters want that done but just as importantly it is time for the new council to assert the responsibility and authority given it in last months election.

And from my point of view any revisitation requires a process that necessarily involves the Planning and Zoning Commission. If I were on the Council and wanted a timely and thorough job done I would want Lisa Ghezzi to be a part of that review.

Al Sikes is the former Chair of the Federal Communications Commission under George H.W. Bush. Al writes on themes from his book, Culture Leads Leaders Follow published by Koehler Books. 

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Out and About (Sort of): Rancorous Removal Howard Freedlander

December 20, 2022 by Howard Freedlander
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When I think about the most significant action in Talbot County in 2022, the removal of the Talbot Boys Monument on the courthouse grounds to the Cross Keys Battlefield in Shenandoah Valley, Virginia comes readily to mind. It represented public recognition, amid fierce controversy, of a 130-year-old stain on the reputation and soul of the county. It epitomized after far too many years—spurred by the murder of George Floyd—community empathy for the hostile optics experienced daily and mercilessly by Talbot’s African American citizens.

While I understand that the Lakeside controversy and the recent Talbot County Council election may rank as seminal events in 2022, the removal of the distasteful Confederate monument signified the county’s choice of goodness over malice. It was the right thing to do. Public activism is now an enduring part of Talbot’s social geography.

Thoughts about the Talbot Boys evolved from recent news coverage of the removal of the Confederate Lieutenant General A.P. Hill Monument in Richmond, VA, the former capital of Confederacy and, up to recent years, the site of many statues representing the Lost Cause. At the beginning of the 20th century, Southern sympathizers decided to rewrite history and glorify the Civil War. Slavery was incidental. The effort was shrewd, whitewashing the evil of slavery and portraying a part of the country in a romanticized way– disregarding that it symbolized oppression and economic opportunism.

It was revisionist history at its worst. Not so ironically, its proponents viewed their efforts at rewriting history as the truth. And still do.

The A.P. Hill statue was the last remaining city-owned Confederate relic to be removed. Others remain in Richmond. During my years in the Maryland National Guard, I often trained at a Virginia post near Bowling Green named after General Hill. I didn’t bother to grasp the incongruity, if not the cross-purpose of American troops sharpening their military skills on a post named for a traitor.

It is likely that the congressional renaming commission will replace the tribute to Hill with one honoring a Union doctor and the first female army surgeon, Mary Edwards Walker. She also was the only woman to earn the Medal of Honor.

Virginia differs greatly from Maryland. It was all-in during the Civil War. Maryland, a border state, had mixed allegiance. When I traveled Monument Avenue in Richmond as a young man, I was startled, overwhelmed and, yes, impressed by the majesty and mystique of the Confederate monuments.

I knew then in a superficial way that the South was foreign to me. Its culture was steeped in subjugation of its Black residents. The monuments drove that point home. African Americans in Virginia understood that they still were regarded as second-class citizens. In light of its bigoted past, evident throughout the Commonwealth of Virginia, the removal of Confederate monuments in Richmond is worthy of applause and admiration.

Talbot County, spurred by White violence against Blacks in Charleston, S.C. and Minneapolis, Minn., discarded its yoke of subservience to a sordid past by removing the Talbot Boys Monument. The Frederick Douglass Monument, also in front of the courthouse, represents tolerance and sensibility. It pays homage to a native son who escaped slavery in Talbot County to become a prominent and persuasive figure in the abolition movement.

The year 2022 is a memorable one for a county that opted for its better angels. It sought self-improvement. Its public facade no longer is tarnished by the embrace of slavery.

Columnist Howard Freedlander retired in 2011 as Deputy State Treasurer of the State of Maryland. Previously, he was the executive officer of the Maryland National Guard. He also served as community editor for Chesapeake Publishing, lastly at the Queen Anne’s Record-Observer. After 44 years in Easton, Howard and his wife, Liz, moved in November 2020 to Annapolis, where they live with Toby, a King Charles Cavalier Spaniel who has no regal bearing, just a mellow, enticing disposition.

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A Christmas Trilogy Part Three: Balthazar by Jamie Kirkpatrick

December 20, 2022 by Jamie Kirkpatrick
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I crossed the Bab-el-Mandeb on an Arab trader’s dhow when the previous moon was still new. It was a dangerous passage, but once safely across, I made my way northward, through the Kingdom of Aksum, always keeping the sea to my left. I travelled along an ancient road, one used by merchants trading salt, spices, silks, even slaves; ostrich plumes and ivory; gold from beyond the Mountains of the Moon. But the few fellow travelers I met were always flowing southward, against my grain, and I was left to go on alone. That suited me for I was lost in contemplation of a strange heavenly light—a star, but brighter than any star I had ever seen, more a beacon guiding me to a place somewhere beyond my imagination.

And I was wary. Traveling alone is dangerous business in these times. I was not part of a large caravan and there are brigands and djinn along every road and a man carrying what I am carrying—gold, a gift worthy of a king!—has a mark on his back. I moved cautiously, my senses alert, with only my prayers to protect me. Day after day, night after night, with only that single star to guide me. 

Yes, I was lonely. Yes, at times, I felt lost. But not once did I despair. For reasons I cannot explain, what I most felt deep in my bones was…hope. I imagined myself on the brink of a miracle, a witness to something that might transform this weary world into something better. I had no idea what that something might be, but I sensed it dimly, a shimmering mirage across this vast empty space.

And then, suddenly, this space wasn’t empty anymore. Two men came riding out of the east, moving steadily toward me as if they knew I would be just here, in this place. At a distance, they hailed me and lifted their arms to signal they meant me no harm. My muscles relaxed and much to my surprise, I felt a surge of joy course through me, a gushing spring of cool water in this lonely desert. I felt as though I were finally complete, part of a greater whole. And I had a strange sensation these two felt the same. I almost laughed, but kept my dignity. 

“I am Balthazar,” I called.

“I am Gaspar,” one of the travelers answered.

“Melchior,” said the other.

We greeted each other joyously, oddly not as strangers, but more like long-lost brothers. We easily found a common language, and in a torrent of words, we told our separate stories. We had each seen the star; we had each been pulled along its path by some unseen hand toward an unknown destination; we each bore gifts worthy of a new king: mine was gold, theirs was frankincense and myrrh. But even though the common destination of our separate journeys remained unknown, we now felt linked together, bonded by destiny. The three of us were one.

For the next few days, we rode together, moving north and west, sometimes in a line so we could converse, sometimes, if we were lost in thought, in single file. We tried to discern an end to this journey, but all we could ever see was the star, visible now even by day, but slowing, as though nearing its destination. We had crossed into Judaea and were now on a more travelled road, one leading to Jerusalem, the city of peace. Perhaps that was where we would encounter this new king—if indeed there was a new king.

One morning, we watched a small cloud of dust on the road ahead turn into a group of riders. Soldiers. We moved aside to let them pass, but they stopped and hailed us. 

“We have been sent by Herod, King of Judaea. He has heard of your arrival in his kingdom and wishes to properly greet you so he may hear your news. We will escort you to him.”

We looked at each other in utter amazement. Was this to be the end of our journey? Is this where our star would finally come to rest, over Jerusalem? Was Herod the king we sought?

There was nothing to do now but follow the soldiers. We would know soon enough. After all, everything is written in the stars.

Jamie Kirkpatrick is a writer and photographer who lives in Chestertown. His work has appeared in the Washington Post, the Baltimore Sun, the Philadelphia Inquirer, the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, the Washington College Alumni Magazine, and American Cowboy Magazine Two collections of his essays (“Musing Right Along” and “I’ll Be Right Back”) are available on Amazon. Jamie’s website is www.musingjamie.net.

 

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Solstice by Kate Emery General

December 19, 2022 by Kate Emery General
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The word solstice comes from the Latin words sol (sun) and sistere (to stand still) because, during the solstice the angle of the sun’s rays and the plane of the Earth’s equator appear to stand still.
What happens at the Winter Solstice, why is it important? The first day of winter in the Northern Hemisphere is marked by the winter solstice, which occurs on Wednesday, December 21, 2022. The winter solstice is the shortest day of the year with the fewest hours of sunlight. The stones of Stonehenge have silently marked the winter solstice for thousands of years. The Pagan celebration of solstice also known as Yule is one of the oldest winter celebrations in the world. The occasion is marked by many sweet traditions such as brewing mulled cider and popping popcorn to drape an outside tree for the animals.
The winter solstice is considered the seasonal dark night of the soul. Spiritually, it’s a time to honor both the light and darkness that resides in all of us. Solstice is the time to write down on small scraps of paper the things you’d like to let go of then throw the scraps in a Yule log fire, transforming darkness into light.
Many trees and plants are traditionally important to the solstice, evergreens, mistletoe, holly, pine, and rosemary to name a few. Evergreens are a symbol of immortality, since they stay green when all other trees lose their leaves. Mistletoe stands for peace and happiness. Rosemary is known as the herb of the sun and Holly is known for protection and good luck. Pine symbolizes peace, healing, and joy.
“May the winter solstice bring to you the promise of endless brand new days. May the light of winter solstice always shine on you. May all your sorrows vanish and all your dreams come true this winter solstice “, – a winter solstice blessing.
Kate Emery General is a retired chef/restaurant owner that was born and raised in Casper, Wyoming. Kate loves her grandchildren, knitting and watercolor painting. Kate and her husband , Matt are longtime residents of Cambridge’s West End where they enjoy swimming and bicycling.

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Selective Memory by Laura J. Oliver

December 18, 2022 by Laura J. Oliver
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This is a story about memory. New evidence indicates that it’s not what you think it is and even photographs don’t tell the whole story.

In the earliest snapshot of a childhood Christmas, I’m nine months old and my parents have placed me in an open gift box under the tree. My two older sisters kneel next to me on the braided rug posing as if I’m a present they’ve just opened. Sharon, the oldest, dutifully holds the wrapped lid of the box with gentle goodwill. My sister Andrea looks stunned with disbelief, so I’ll say it again. I’m sorry I wasn’t a pony.

In a later photo I’m a happy diaper-clad toddler packing a six-shooter in a holster. My western ensemble includes a red neckerchief, a cowgirl hat, and a gigantic emergency-room bandage taped to my forehead. I’d fallen down an entire flight of wooden stairs, hit the landing with unstoppable momentum and tumbled headfirst down the remaining steps where I’d cracked my head open on the coffee table our father had made in his basement workshop.

As I write this it occurs to me that a resigned, pony-less cowgirl may have dressed me up in her Annie Oakley outfit to compensate for having been unable to stop my unsteady approach to the top of the stairs.

I don’t remember the fall, but I do remember being on an exam table where a kindly male doctor with white hair pinched the profusely-bleeding wound closed with butterfly clamps instead of stitches to avoid leaving me with the large scar I now have. I remember being asked how many people were in my family and knowing the answer, five, although of course that is a trick of memory and not possible. But in my mind at least, I identified us on my fingers by name if not number, and the doctor gave me a grape lollipop for each member of my original posse.

And then there’s the photo above of my sisters and me in angelic white choir robes with red bows at our necks, gathered around the piano. I’m nearly three now. Sharon is poised with her hands above the keys playing carols and we all are singing. At least our mouths are open and we’re holding sheet music, but in my memory, we’ve been instructed: “Just act like you’re singing and stop hitting each other.” On the back of that photo my mother has written, “The girls love to make music together!” Did we? Could Sharon play then? I don’t know.

That’s the thing about memory. Neuroscientists have discovered that every time you remember an event from the past you change it. So, the more you recall an experience or relationship, the more you distort it. Researchers did a test with 9-11 survivors. Each time they told their stories the details changed until just one year out from the event their accounts of that morning were significantly altered. Imagine what a lifetime of remembering does to experience. And what is true? The event or the memory you make of it?

I remember my sisters slipping our presents to each other under a tree we’d cut from the woods, while the others hid their eyes on Christmas Eve. I remember the ringing of a strand of red, green, and silver bells, passed one to the other, to signal that it was time for everyone to look, to gasp at the magical transformation, the growing abundance. With each ringing of the bells and moment of revelation, the little heap of presents grew.

I remember a midnight worship service in a white clapboard church where a flame was passed candle to candle to the accompaniment of “Silent Night,” until the countenance of an entire congregation was bathed in light. And I remember three jostling sisters crammed together at the top of the stairs on Christmas morning while my sleepy parents opened the curtains so the river could watch, lit a fire in the fireplace, turned on the tree lights, and poured their coffee before we thundered down the steps.

The December dawn cast its soft rose light over snowy swans in the icy cove as we opened gifts, but were they there? I don’t know.

If memory can’t be trusted, what of our Christmas recollections is true? Maybe this: the unbearable excitement of believing in the unseen, in miracles; in thinking that just for one night the impossible is possible. Reindeer can fly, and if you believe, love will heal the world.

(I’ll see you back here January 1st.) Happy Holidays.

Laura J. Oliver is an award-winning developmental book editor and writing coach, who has taught writing at the University of Maryland and St. John’s College. She is the author of The Story Within (Penguin Random House). Co-creator of The Writing Intensive at St. John’s College, she is the recipient of a Maryland State Arts Council Individual Artist Award in Fiction, an Anne Arundel County Arts Council Literary Arts Award winner, a two-time Glimmer Train Short Fiction finalist, and her work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Her website can be found here.

 

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Chesapeake Lens: “Casey Ann” by Michelle Harding O’Brien

December 17, 2022 by Chesapeake Lens
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Work boats on the Wye River toil just as hard as the watermen who make their living on its waters.

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Delmarva Review: Now Only in Part by Marda Messick

December 17, 2022 by Delmarva Review
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Editor’s Note: This poem, from the 15th anniversary edition of the Delmarva Review, has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.

Author’s Note: Since I first looked into a kaleidoscope as a young child, I’ve been fascinated by and deeply curious about perception. How do we perceive the world and apprehend mystery? How do we know what we know about anything? Our limitations and the possibility of enlightenment always are juxtaposed, as they are in the poem. I’ve come to rely on poetry itself as a way of perceiving and knowing the world, other people, and the divine.

Now Only in Part

We are mostly dark energy, dark genome.
A high percentage of invisible. Visible is hardly anything.

Birds see extra spectra, colors our cones cannot bear.
The dragonfly has thousandfold eyes, sees you move before you move.

We see only in part, on the verge of night.

The black box mind makes semblances, scopes the far void,
peers in the deeps, signals, seeks, as in a mirror, dimly.

Instruments extend the sense. Peek through the keyhole of eyeball
to the optic disc, the flaring nerve roping down the well of perception.

In the seventeenth century a Dutch burgher magnified his semen, astonished to see
the little tadpoles of his seed. On the screen a cloudy nebula embryo, swirling.

Beyond sight, second sight. There is also, beholding.

As a child the poet Blake saw God’s head poking through a window,
angels in the trees. Visions of the third eye.

Wheels within wheels. The gleaming mystic rose.

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Marda Messick is a poet and theologian living in Tallahassee, Florida, on land that is the traditional territory of the Apalachee Nation and other indigenous peoples. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Christian Century and Literary Mama.

Over its 15-year history, Delmarva Review has published new literary prose and poetry from 490 authors from 42 states, the District of Columbia, and 16 foreign countries. Forty-six percent are from the Chesapeake and Delmarva region. Financial support is from tax-deductible contributions and a grant from Talbot Arts with funds from the Maryland State Arts Council. Website: www.DelmarvaReview.org

 

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Looking at the Masters: Alfred Sisley      

December 15, 2022 by Beverly Hall Smith
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The Englishman among the Impressionists, Alfred Sisley was born in Paris of English parents. Except for 1857 through 1861, when he was sent to London to study business, which he abandoned and then returned to Paris in 1861 to study art.  Sisley was a founding member of the Impressionist movement in1873, and he participated in most of their eight exhibitions. His specialty was landscape which he always painted in plein air. Several short trips to London to study the work of English landscape painters Constable and Turner convinced him to embrace nature as a theme for his paintings. When asked by Adolphe Tavernier, writer, art critic, collector and journalist, who his favorite painters were, Sisley mentioned the Barbizon landscape painters Corot, Millet, and Rousseau, and the Realist painter Courbet. Sisley referred to them as masters “who love nature and had deep feelings for it.”

“Early Snow at Louveciennes” (1870-71)

It was not until the Impressionists started painting outdoors that paintings of snow became popular. “Early Snow in Louveciennes” (1870-71) (21.1’’ x 29’’) (Museum of Fine Arts, Boston), was one of Sisley’s first paintings of snow. Painting in the Realist style meant that the color used was the perceived color of the object. As a result, snow was a thick layer of white paint applied to the canvas. Sisley followed the prescribed tradition and rendered an affectionate vision of Louveciennes–road, houses, people, trees, sky, and the village. Sisley moved to Louveciennes in 1871, and he found the town and its surroundings an endless source of subject matter. 

“The Frost” (1872)

By 1872, the ideas of Impressionism were beginning to appear is Sisley’s work. In “The Frost” (1872) (18’’x 22.4’’) he begins to apply the recent scientific discovery that light, sunlight, candle light, fire light, do not contain the colors white or black. Natural light is the spectrum of colors in the rainbow: purple, blue, green, yellow, orange, and red. Sunlight shining on white frost began to be represented by the colors yellow and orange on white. Shadows were not gray, but blues and purples. Sisley continued to depict the dark sides of the brown trees as black. However, his composition explored the play of the sun’s complementary colors.  The oranges of fall foliage are complemented by the blues and purples found throughout the composition. Sisley’s use of blues and purples has created the atmosphere of chill on this frosty day. His brushwork consists of dabs of paint that create a sparkle on the frost.  

“Road to Louveciennes, Snow Effect” (1874)

   “The Road to Louveciennes, Snow Effect” (1874) (26.5’’x 36’’) fully embraces Impressionism. The village of Louveciennes is covered in snow. Viewers are invited to trudge through the snow, turn left, and walk with two figures who pass by the fences and fields of the rural village. Houses, large and small, appear in this panoramic view. Church towers reach into the sky. The day is sunny, and the snow glistens. Peace and well-being radiate from this blissful scene.

A similar Sisley painting “Effect of Snow in Louveciennes” (1874) was sold in 2017 at Sotheby’s for $9,064,733. Sisley’s paintings have become quite valuable.

“Winter in Louveciennes” (1876)

Sisley’s ability to render all the seasons in all their variation is masterful. “Winter in Louveciennes” (1876) (23.25’’ x28.75’’) depicts a long cold winter when the snow lingers on the roof tops and in the trees. The atmosphere is thick with cold. The blues and purples are balanced against the browns of the houses. Mixing any of the six colors on the color wheel with its complementary color, orange with blue, red with green, or yellow with purple, produces brown. Sisley added small dashes of black where no light was available inside rooms and under roofs. The postures of three male figures dressed in black clothing with black hats let the viewer know that it is indeed cold.

“Snow at Louveciennes” (1878)

“Snow at Louveciennes” (1878) (24’’x 20’’) (Phillips Collection, Washington, DC) is an example of Sisley’s continued fascination with nature and his local environment. Louveciennes is in the western suburbs of Paris between Versailles and Saint-Germain-en-Laye. Louveciennes and the near-by village Marley-le-Roi were home for Sisley and his family. In this later work, Sisley developed a style that combined Impressionist colors with the traditional use of black and white. He chose what worked on the day and the feeling he wanted to represent. Here, the snow is unmarked by footsteps. A lone woman wearing black walks toward the town in the background.

Art historians usually interpret Sisley’s winter scenes as relating to personal difficulties and struggles to take care of his family. “Solitary,” “empty,” and “bleak” are frequent descriptions of his paintings. However, if you enjoy the solitude of a snowy day, and find beauty and peace in a winter landscape, as this writer does, you will find Sisley’s winter paintings are exhilarating.

Happy Winter Solstice!

Beverly Hall Smith was a professor of art history for 40 years.  Since retiring with her husband Kurt to Chestertown in 2014, she has taught art history classes at WC-ALL. She is also an artist whose work is sometimes in exhibitions at Chestertown RiverArts and she paints sets for the Garfield Center for the Arts.

 

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Why is Election Day on the Tuesday after the first Monday in November? By Angela Rieck

December 15, 2022 by Angela Rieck
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Some of my friends were wondering how our somewhat eccentric election day was selected. Our children would immediately go to their phones and find the answer, but we continued to hypothesize. (My brother refers to this “old people wondering about stuff.”)

I promised that I would find the answer and put it in a column (and since I have no other bright ideas, here it is).

Originally, election days varied by state, but in 1845 a bill was passed requiring a uniform election day for all states. Initially it applied only to presidential elections, but it was later extended to Congressional elections as well.

Until then, states set voting dates at least 34 days before the Electoral College vote (at the time, the Electoral College met on the first Wednesday in December). In 1887, the Electoral College meeting was moved to the second Monday in January. In 1936, the current date of the first Monday after the second Wednesday in December was adopted. (Don’t ask me why they set that crazy date.)

These laws apply to general elections only. States can still set their own municipal and primary election dates.

In history, it is always critical to consider context.

Under the original Constitution, only white male citizens over the age of 21 were eligible to vote. Most states further restricted voting rights to white male property-owners or taxpayers (only about 6% of the population). The ratification of the 15th amendment in 1870 extended voting rights to men of all races and the 19th amendment in 1920 gave voting rights to women.

Imagine America in 1845. It was primarily an agrarian economy. Many states allowed enslaved people. Farmers and slaves spent much of the year planting, tending, and harvesting crops. It was a rural society, with larger families and fewer cities. Without electricity, days began and ended with the sun.

In those times, early November was a good choice. The harvest had ended and there was some “down time.” In most states, the weather was still relatively mild, the roads were passable, and there was enough daylight for a round-trip to the polling site.

Determining the actual day was impacted by the American culture at that time. Two days were definitely out, Sunday and Wednesday. Most Americans were devout Christians and restricted Sunday activities to family and religious gatherings. Wednesday was typically a market day. Farmers and merchants brought their produce and wares to town.

Since polling places were usually several miles away, a traveling day had to be allocated. This excluded Monday and Thursday.

Which left Tuesday as the best day.

But why the first Tuesday after the first Monday?

It has to do with the possibility of election day falling on November 1st. Some Christian denominations observed November 1st as All Saints Day. Merchants typically used the first day of the month to settle their books. To prevent voting day from falling on November 1st, Congress added “the first Tuesday after the first Monday.”

So that is how we got our election date.

Times have changed since 1845 and the first Tuesday after the first Monday is not as convenient as it once was.

Most Americans work on Tuesdays, which would make it more convenient to have election day on the weekend. Another drawback is that schools are often used as voting sites, which can put children at risk by making it easier to enter and trespass throughout the school. To ensure student safety, many Boards of Education set voting day as school holiday, which is an inconvenience to working parents.

To accommodate these drawbacks, most states have lengthened voting hours and made it easier to vote alternatively, either by mail or early voting in non-school buildings.

Changing voting day to a weekend would require a sea change impacting two religions (Jews and some Christian denominations worship on Saturday, while most Christians observe on Sunday).

Given the accommodations that states take to make voting more accessible, many decry our low voting percentage. Almost 67% of Americans voted in the 2020 presidential election, the highest percentage in the 21st century. I am not disappointed by the election turnout. I would rather have an informed voter over an uninformed one, who might feel bullied into voting.

And now my friends and I know the rationale behind our election day.

Angela Rieck, a Caroline County native, received her PhD in Mathematical Psychology from the University of Maryland and worked as a scientist at Bell Labs, and other high-tech companies in New Jersey before retiring as a corporate executive. Angela and her dogs divide their time between St Michaels and Key West Florida. Her daughter lives and works in New York City.

The Spy Newspapers may periodically employ the assistance of artificial intelligence (AI) to enhance the clarity and accuracy of our content.

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