There’s a trail that winds its way around the shores of Elk and Beaver Lake. They were once two separate bodies of water, but a dam has since joined them together. After a long walk around the lake, I stopped to gaze back at where we’d been soon after we started out. There was a stillness to the water, lapping softly at the tree roots in the glow of the sunset.
Original Painting • sold
|Medium||Acrylic on Canvas|