A Career That Took Wing
Richard Clifton’s exquisite waterfowl paintings have earned him high honors
Richard Clifton is living his dream.
It’s easy to see why. He resides on an isolated piece of farmland adjacent to the sublimely beautiful Prime Hook National Wildlife Refuge. And he long ago developed into an accomplished waterfowl artist, earning not just a living but widespread acclaim.
In fact, Clifton is the 2015 Ducks Unlimited Waterfowl Artist of the Year, the pinnacle of achievement in his chosen field.
But he’s not basking in his success, because this former farmer has a higher goal each time he creates an acrylic-on-canvas image: “I want people to get lost in it. I want it to draw you in.” Though his works are realistic and highly detailed, Clifton also tries “to create a sense of mystery. I don’t want to spell everything out for the viewers.”
‘Isn’t It Wonderful?’
Remembering Rehoboth Bay and the boardwalk in the early 20th century
From an oral history by Anne Horn Ballard
From the April 2015 issue
If Daddy had the money, [to get to Rehoboth] we would go to Annapolis and take the Annapolis-Matapeake ferry. But if Daddy didn’t feel as if he could afford that, we would go up to Wilmington and around and down. We would get to Rehoboth and we would say, “Isn’t it wonderful? We only had one flat tire on the way.” I’m guessing [it took] six to eight hours or something like that.
I remember a bathhouse [on the boardwalk]. In fact, I think a couple of times — I don’t know why I would have ever used it, but I think I did. I don’t know why we wouldn’t have gotten dressed in my grandmother’s house, because it was just a half a block from the ocean, but for some reason or another I do remember taking my clothes, hanging them up in the bathhouse, putting on one of those horrible itchy wool bathing suits and going swimming.
Something in the Air?
By Roger Hillis
From the Holiday 2014 issue
When Matt Zelewsky booked a room at Hotel Blue in Lewes to ring in the new year with his wife, they were told their balcony might offer a view of fireworks after the stroke of midnight. At about 12:15 a.m. this past Jan. 1, Zelewsky stepped outside and had a close encounter of the unusual kind.
“There were nine lights flying north of the canal, and they were going east to west,” he says. “They were flying at different speeds and I could tell they weren’t Chinese lanterns or anything like that. It was kind of surreal.”
Though late-night comedians might joke about yokels sighting UFOs in the heartland, a slew of reports from coastal Delaware and surrounding areas offer a different view.