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.