Oil on canvas panel (museum grade)
6x6
Recently, I spent a week in
Galveston. Envision this: A small beachfront cottage on the western edge of
the island. Few tourists (other than my family of three and two small fluffy
pooches). A deck that runs the length of the cottage, parallel to the beach.
Large windows overlooking the Gulf. Easy access to the sand and surf. A balmy
breeze. The beginnings of a magnificent sandcastle started on the afternoon we
arrived. Rain. Yes, rain. Lots of it. On day #2. For the duration of the
trip.
The ground was saturated. The sandcastle "melted."
The fluffsters were drenched. The aroma of "wet dog" mingled with the salty sea
air. Eight of the nine bottles of sunblock we packed remain unopened.
This sand dollar evokes dreams of a sunny beach vacation. Next
year....
