The Pond

Day 2 #rogertorypetersoninstitute When I was in Middle School (back then it was called junior High). I would get up early, throw on my canvas sneakers with the blue stripe on the bottom and walk through the meadow to the pond. It was spectacular in morning light. Sometimes it was still as glass and other times, diamonds danced on it like the earth was trembling. I would get in the old flat bottom row boat and push off. Usually my left foot would find the mud and my sneaker would squeak as it settled on to the rough peeling wood. I’d let the boat glide as far as it would go, to feel the breeze on my face and and the gentle rocking. It was a feeling of giving control to nature, as the silence and that time between night and day were the only things that existed.

“The Pond” Oil on Gesso Board 8”x10” SOLD

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