As I lay in bed last night, I was chuckling. Hanging over the bed is this painting. Yes ... it's black velvet. No, I have no idea why we have it, except that Dad liked the image and the only place mom would let him hang it was here at the cabin where only very good and trusted friends might see it. If they laughed, it was when he wasn't looking. I don't know that he ever understood the hilarity behind it.
As I look back, Mom always found ways for us to be in the water, around water or on the water. We lived at the swimming pool, before we moved to a town that had a public pool, we always had an immense pool in the backyard. We learned to swim in a lake nearby and whenever we were visiting out east, we spent time at the ocean.
I guess I never realized how much of an attraction the water had for Mom, but when I started looking at these paintings, I put it all together - and tonight, I shared!