Hot off the easel. This painting was a commission, and again was a bit of a departure from my norm (no horses). When I was a kid, we had a great swimmin' hole below the waterfall in our canyon. It was so deep, I could never touch the bottom. Sadly, the flood of '78, when we received eighteen inches of rain in about five hours, filled our swimming hole with sand, debris, and trees. I miss it!
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