Luke Miller Birdhouses at the Island Heritage Trust Barn


If I have any artistic talent at all, I get it from Dad (Mom would agree). As a boy, Dad loved to draw. I remember seeing his excellent portrayal of Lou Gehrig, framed and hanging on Grandma’s bedroom wall. Now that he’s 67 (not quite chronologically, but in all other respects), he paints marvelous birdhouses and signs them ‘Luke Miller.’

Here’s an example of a Luke Miller birdhouse:

Those birds might look good on pants, too.

I took some of them to the Island Heritage Trust barn for the annual Wings, Waves & Woods art exhibit. You can buy one for just $50.

Floating Free of Time

Dad grew up in New York City, and he has a New Yorker’s attitude toward nature. He likes to look at it, but participate? Please. He always admired a friend who bought a Morgan horse and put it in the field behind his house just so he could look at it.

Later in life, my father got into birds. Mostly to watch them over a martini while they dart around my mother’s bird feeders.  She has a hummingbird feeder by the porch. On the bottom of a Luke Miller birdhouse devoted to hummingbirds, Dad wrote, “Legends say that hummingbirds float free of time, carrying our hopes for love, joy and celebration.”

Luke Miller, birdhouse painter extraordinaire

Dad spent his career in banking, and with six children he had little time for art. But his style and flair always suggested an artistic sensibility.

Then there are his pants. As early as I can remember he’d wear his preppy Go-to-Hell pants to Mass on Sunday. More than once he prompted the priest to do a double-take while serving up Communion.

Don’t get me wrong, Dad is always well dressed. Always. Just the other day he and Mom and I went to The Sagamore for dinner near their home on Cape Cod. It’s the go-to spot for chicken parm and live piano music heavy on the Cole Porter.

As we passed the piano to leave, the piano player interrupted his number to say to my dad, “I like your pants.” Which I immediately texted to my siblings, who then (between giggles) tried to guess which ones he was wearing: The margarita pants? The pheasant pants? The lobster pants? Correct answer: navy blue corduroy Polo Ralph Lauren pants patterned with hunters and mallard ducks.

Luke Miller Birdhouses

A few years back, Dad started painting birds on birdhouses, first for one sister, then another, then the brothers. Mom called one day and said, “He’s getting really good.” He got inspiration from the birds in the backyard, at the hummingbird feeder, from bird guides, from the birds on the bedspread.

He got so good I started selling Luke Miller birdhouses at the Brooksville Farmer’s Market last summer. They sold out.  So now he’s introducing his new spring line, just in time for Wings, Waves & Woods.

About Wings, Waves & Woods

Spring in coastal New England is a grim affair, overcast and rainy and bone-chilling. April especially is no time to start a diet or give up smoking. April 2019 had the most rainy days in recorded history, which means we saw the world in shades of gray for a month.

But stacks of new lobster traps and the sweet sound of birdsong are signifying the coming of our glorious summer. Now that it’s mid-May, spring arrives on Deer Isle with flocks of birds from the tropics and birders from Away. From May 17-19, the towns of Stonington and Deer Isle host dozens of bird-related events, including eagle spotting, guided shorebird walks, a live owl demonstration and a boat trip to see the puffins.

And, of course, Luke Miller birdhouses at the IHT barn at 420 Sunset Rd. in Deer Isle, Maine. They’re all  nine inches high and six-sided, with birds (sometimes two) on every side. They’re varnished, so you can put them outside but you probably wouldn’t want to.

Hummingbirds floating above time, carrying hopes for love, joy and celebration.

Dad donates all the proceeds from his birdhouses to charity, either the Franciscan Kitchen and Shelter in Louisville or Covenant House for homeless children in New York City.

Email me at [email protected] if you’d like to see more photos of the Luke Miller birdhouses. He’s been cranking them out pretty fast, and he got a big new bird book for Christmas so he’s expanding his repertoire of birds.


Brooksville Farmers Market, Every Tuesday


Who knew that art lovers patronize the Brooksville Farmers Market?

Actually I did know. Paul Rickert, a wonderful watercolorist, used to sell his paintings at the lively little market in Brooksville, Maine.

The market is near Buck’s Harbor Marina and Buck’s Harbor Yacht  Club, so as you can imagine it attracts quite a few yachters and summer cottagers. Many of the cottagers go back generations to Brooksville. The Brooksville Farmers Market is also near a charming country store called (you guessed it) Buck’s Harbor Market and a fine restaurant called, yup, Buck’s.

Other vendors include Blue-Zee Farm, where Renata sells the best red peppers ever along with blueberries, lettuce and other produce, and Poland Farm, where Kevin sells farm-grown beef and pork. Sometimes he brings his guitar and sings King of the Road for me. (Along with other songs.)  I did a watercolor of Kevin a few years ago:

Brooksville Farmers Market. Watercolor on 140-lb. paper. 12″ by 12″.

I can’t leave out Courtney Haight, who, when he isn’t playing the steel drums, sells heirloom tomatoes, vinegars and barnboard tables.

Vendors also sell jewelry, coffee, lime fizz, jam, granola, books, photographs, eggs, lard, ceramics, textile art and lunch.

Brooksville Farmers Market

This spring I thought I’d try selling prints and cards at the Brooksville Farmers Market. I asked my mom to come up with a display (she’s much better at it than I am) and borrowed a tent from my friend Spoon Bob.

Part of my display t the Brooksville Farmers Market. Dad painted the “Artwork by Leslie Landrigan” sign.

As an afterthought, I included a few original watercolors in mats.

And I brought along four birdhouses that my dad painted over the winter.

Birdhouse by Luke Miller.

The birdhouses, a steal at $39 each, have all gone home with a happy owner. So have a surprising number (to me) of original watercolors, along with quite a few prints.

These two guys are easily my best sellers.

Window Kitty. Print.


Sand Beach. Print.

So every Tuesday I schlep the tent, the tables, the tablecloths, the fake calla lilies, the box of cards, the box of prints, the easel, the framed painting, the cash box and the print rack, I drive them to Brooksville and I set them up. From 9:30 a.m. to noon I’m there, meeting new people and swapping market gossip with the other vendors.

So please come on down and say Hi!