Remembering Good Fish

Was at a workshop in Folsom this week and was asked to paint a picture that shows value. I had no sketches and was in a poorly lighted hotel room with 21 other attendees. I had a dream the previous night of being back on Cape Cod. I was raking in clams and eating fresh fish. This is what they call 'day boat' in restaurants. It brought a picture to mind. The local fish shack. Don't you remember the longest days of your life were waiting for school to end so you could get on with summer vacation. It's all packed into this scene of best memories.