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16 x 20. Acrylic
Sitting on the porch, rocking. In the distance is the lake with the sunlight reflecting off the water. A fresh breeze blows by keeping the warmth of the sunny day reasonable. The sound of laughter and splashing. I want to play but these days I enjoy the sights, sounds and smells just as much. And especially that cool breeze.
16 x 20. Acrylic
Sitting on the porch, rocking. In the distance is the lake with the sunlight reflecting off the water. A fresh breeze blows by keeping the warmth of the sunny day reasonable. The sound of laughter and splashing. I want to play but these days I enjoy the sights, sounds and smells just as much. And especially that cool breeze.
16 x 20. Acrylic
Sitting on the porch, rocking. In the distance is the lake with the sunlight reflecting off the water. A fresh breeze blows by keeping the warmth of the sunny day reasonable. The sound of laughter and splashing. I want to play but these days I enjoy the sights, sounds and smells just as much. And especially that cool breeze.
Growing up in California was a child’s paradise. Clearlake in my backyard and the mountains in my front yard.
The view from my backyard was beautiful year round looking out over the lake. The sun glistened a trail of light from as far as the eye could see right to the edge of the shore line.
