acrylic on canvas
14″ x 24″
One recent summer, when we were visiting my grandparents at their seaside cottage, I woke up very early. The pre-dawn glow was calling. So we went out, down to the beach and around the point. This view is etched in my heart. I turned to look back, from a place my grandfather calls the “sound of music hill” and saw that great tree greeting the sun. It certainly did sing on that mid-summer morning.