Marblehead Lighthouse

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. 

Marblehead Lighthouse

This morning Mom and I visited one of Dad's favorite places, Marblehead Lighthouse.  We've come here through the years to rest on the rocks, listening to the roar of the waves crash into them. Some days it is gentle and soothing, others strong and forceful. We all used to climb along the rocky edge, jumping from slab to slab.  Dad liked to photograph this place,  selling those images in local galleries.  He'd rest on the benches, with Mom by his side,  as they soaked it all in.  It was lovely to return here, thinking of Dad, on such a beautiful morning for sketching.  Painting number 4274 in 4274 days. 🎨❤️