Early one morning at Lake Atitlán the sky is overcast. Mist between the mountains. The lake is silver. I paint what I see, and edit a little, turn around and a big bush of bright red poinsettias calls my attention and paint them if front of the white lake almost with no reflections....September 96.
El cielo esta nublado, niebla entre las montañas, pinto lo que veo, me volteo y veo una gran mata de pascuas fuera de tiempo, las pinto enfrente del lago blanco sin reflejos...septiembre 96.

14" x 10"