Algonquin Park. View of Lake Opeongo’s East Arm.
9×12″. Oil on canvas board. Sept 2020
September was colder than I expected, but I was prepared. The wind howled and nearly blew my tent away. I sat and watched the lake for hours and listened to Nature narrate her story. Splashing against the rocks and whistling through the trees. Every sound was another poem for me to enjoy.
