Taking an early morning walk in Chatham, Marash Girl felt eyes following her from afar . . . she couldn't explain the feeling, until she looked up and saw, far in the distance, a group of folks sitting out in the back of their house, a house sided with cedar shakes . . . but five o'clock on a Saturday morning was far too early for such activity. As she cut through the parking lot of Ocean State and approached the gathering, this is what she found . . .
A bit aghast, she wandered around to the front of the old Cape house and discovered that the house had been converted into an art gallery, a gallery of local color. Could the models at the back of the gallery be true examples of local color?