One night we were fishing and we went many miles to the far end of a lake. We fished all night. We didn't realize how far we had gone. We had a canoe with a small motor and the water was full of debris so we had to go slow. Returning in the fog as the sun rose was a magical experience. Near and far were indistinguishable. The colors and shapes swirled in the fog and reflected on the water. Solid forms dissolved. What was fog or water or a floating log became very interesting. It was disorienting but not unpleasant.
Dawn, oil on canvas, 20 x 20"
