A few weeks ago my husband and I woke up early to go kayaking. When we got on the water we separated since he wanted to fish and I wanted to row up and down the fingers of the lake. It was a Monday morning so we were a few of the first out there. Exploring the lake was so peaceful and serene, at least in the beginning, which inspired my painting, ‘Morning on Lake Snowden’.
I was able to watch some very interesting birds and hightail it away from some mean ducks that saw me as a threat.
And then things went a little crazy. I kept rowing to get to the far side of the lake. I had the wind to my back so unbeknownst to me the wind had really picked up. About an hour or so from the start of our adventure I turned around to head back. By that time the wind was so strong, I was dealing with 9″-12″ waves hitting my kayak. I was rowing hard against the wind. Lets just say, I got the shoulder workout I needed and I was soaked by the time I got back to my husband, peacefully fishing, completely unaware of the wildness of the lake.