The Lining isn’t Always Silver

Here’s a little painting I made over the weekend while at a lake house in Pensilvania. For those who are unawares, as I was until recently, a lake house is a house which is right up next to a lake. In this case the lake was called Lake Sunshine or Lake Sunset or Sunrise or Sunstroke or something but it has Sun in it I’m pretty sure. It’s supposedly a man made lake, and it seemed to be lined along its entire circumference by little and not so little houses and docks with canoes and boats and such. The water was disgusting to be in but pleasant to be around. So many diatoms growing in the water column that your hand would turn brown and then disappear about a foot down.