I spent a week at the coast, camping with my grandson. Took lots of pictures while he played on the beach making forts out of drift wood, running after seagulls and through the waves. I loved the way the tree limbs reached with the wind, while fog shrouded the distant point and waves practically tumbled over each other. A scene to be painted someday when summer was over and just a memory. And that is what I did on a snowy winter day. This painting was featured on Painter's Keys, by Robert Genn along with some comments that I wrote.
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