While packing I found an unfinished canvas in my art supplies and wondered what I had been working on and how long ago I had left it unfinished. I don’t recall painting someone walking on the beach. Is that a snake or coffee stain on the left? What’s with the roundy-thingy on the right? Is it upside down? Hmm. I flipped it.
Are these the wings of a dragonfly? Is that a bit of grass? Is this a swamp scene instead of a beach scene? Hmm. Not sure what it was originally supposed to be, but that’s pretty much how life hits most of us. And with whatever we get, it becomes a matter of our own perspective.
I’m liking the beach with my toes in the sand.