Today, Mom and I visited a place we used to visit with Dad, and I sketched as we listened to the crashing of the waves. We would visit this place each year with the family, kids jumping from rock to rock, as we looked for Cedar Point on the horizon. I could spend hours listening to the surf, it is so deeply relaxing. The breeze blows cool off the water, and the air is very smokey from the Canadian wildfires. I'm looking forward to painting along Lake Erie the next few days, and sharing some time with Mom in a place she loves. Painting number 4944 in 4944 days.
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