We spent last weekend at the lake doing relaxing things like breathing in and out. We also played Monopoly during which I was called a communist because I wanted everyone at the table to own just enough but not too much. It's that kind of thinking that leaves the person with the boot having to mortgage their measly railroads just to pay rent on Mediterranean. We played Yahtzee, had dinner at the marina, watched movies, ate chocolate, and read books.
I woke up early on Saturday morning to rain and cloudy skies, and I saw a man fishing in the inlet by the house. He was wearing a yellow rain slicker and a yellow hat, and the only sounds you could here besides the rain on the water and on the leaves was the call of an occasional bird. I had brought some paints and a tablet of paper meant for acrylics, so this is what I painted (9x12):
The next day at home, I painted the scene again on 9x12 canvas and tried to correct a mistake or two. I'm not sure if I succeeded, but at least the water doesn't look so rough—it was actually a calm water day.