Acrylic on canvas
24x36
August 2000
Private Collection
 
Sylvan Cove, in the San Juan Islands, is a magical place in the summer. One can sit and feel the warmth of the sunshine, listen to gentle lapping of the waves, smell the salty sea breeze, and watch as a bald eagle soars past with a silvery dinner clutched in its talons. It's where nature meets peace meets kindness -- as a friendly neighbor walks up and politely inquires, "May I have a look?" -- as if it weren't common knowledge that I love sharing my work with passersby.