When the southwind blows in the dry season, the lake and mountains change color.  The haze from the Pacific and burning sugar cane fields comes through the same view I have painted so many times, the drying wild flowers and trees from the mountains turn brown, the warm wind blows on my face, the lake shimmers as the sun gets reflected on the top of the waves rising from the southwind. Can you feel it?

"Cobalt blue, vast dome of light
Where changling whiteness floats
Gossamer, silken webs diffusing.
Is it what i see or what i know?"

9" x 12" Arches 140 cold pressed