You don't have to go far for inspiration around here.
The views around our yard just keep giving.
Through a conversation with a lifelong resident of the area I learned that the cove, which
sits to our right while looking east, was once the home of a sawmill.
Trees have grown in and a road cuts around the shore of the lake just out of sight.
Working on paintings of the lake I am reminded of the experience of another artist
mentioned in Doubt . Working and reworking a canvas finding a similar
view changing details from moment to moment and day to day.
