Monet’s garden…

Were it not for the stiff climb there and back, my river might become, in later years, the inspirational equivalent of Claude Monet’s Garden.  As it is, those 117 steps are the undoing of men half my age.  Although I occasionally take along my sketch bag, most afternoons I simply spend my time retrieving stones from the river.  At this time of year, I gather a hat full of windfall oranges on my way home.

Today’s painting is the river from the same spot as yesterday’s picture.