Early morning painting of the Herring River as it moves up into the marsh. It is quiet except for the bird chatter. On this beautiful morning a couple of kayaks came by and also some curious walkers. It is mysterious where the kayaks go as they meander up the river. They disappear and reappear. No bugs were out and I finished the painting on site.
The light is from the right at three quarters. The large tree on the right really popped out as it was back lighted or silhouetted. It made me change my value.