Someone wrote me a nice compliment in my guest book. "The Gallery sings and dances with your colorful paintings."
Sunday, August 3, 2014
The tide is going out
I walked along the beach today at the end of Old Dock Rd and thought the tide is receding. I should really come here one day with my paints and paint, but not today, not now. My mother laid in bed only two minutes away, she seems to be slowly slipping away. The tide is going out on her I thought to myself.