Living in North Carolina, EVERYONE I chat with has at least one BEACH vacation during the summer. I listen intently, making mental notes of where they go, the best of the best beaches, tucking away bits and pieces of information for the time we take our next holiday by the water.
Although I grew up 'landlocked' in the western states, we did our fair share of "water play" but it was boating and water skiing on resevoirs and lakes.
When we had a young family we would go camping on the Oregon coast. Once we drove into a camp late at night, pitch black, with the roar of the waves in our dreams. In the morning we found ourselves perched precariously on a precipice overlooking the Pacific Ocean in Oregon.
We pitched khaki colored tents at Lake Tahoe enjoying the ICE COLD CRYSTAL CLEAR water, marshmallows over a fire pit and naughty squirrels that ran off with anything not tied down.
Years later we moved to the EAST COAST, eventually living five year in Havre de Grace...a beautiful village nestled on the corner of the Susquehanna River and the Chesapeake Bay.
We would go to the harbor any time, any season for any reason.
It was as beautiful in summer, as it was glorious iced over in the winter.
A winter interpretation of the frozen docks at Sunrise.
The Chesapeake Bay has a fascinating shoreline. It isn't exactly beach, but mostly rocks, precipices, and occasional drifts of sand. One doesn't swim rather boating, sailing, water skiing and jet skiing are the favored sports.
I will be back later this week with some water sketches. Some evolve into large paintings. A few are my favorite paintings of all times.
But for now I leave you with another beautiful waterway.
I think I will check out a great movie that is filmed in Venice and dream a bit.