This is at the lake in upstate New York where I go almost every summer. Here, looking into Witch Bay, I was sitting with my feet in the water. There are wild purple iris along the bank. This is the most peaceful place in the world for me. All that happens here is: the weather changes, it is day, then night, then day again. It would drive some people crazy. Me, it pulls back from the brink.
A friend asked me to do two paintings for her parents, who are planning to move from their home. Her father has a big garden that he will be leaving. As a devoted gardener myself, I know that will be sad.