The boats leading to the pavilion are iconic at Lakeside, and I couldn't resist painting them as Mom and I sat on a bench, waiting for the sunset. The Canadian wildfires have blown smoke our way, and the air is actually hazardous. It was so thick in Genoa, we could not see the other side of a crop field as we drove through. The sky only pinked up before fading to dark, so there wasn't much color to capture. The peace and tranquility here are truly therapeutic. Painting number 4950 in 4950 days.
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