When I was young, my father took me birdwatching at this marshy lake. I have fond memories of getting up very early, heading out with a thermos of tea and the binoculars in his pickup truck, and parking by the side of the lake, hoping to catch a glimpse of some ducks through the morning fog.
I painted a large version of this last year in a rectangular format, but I wanted to revisit it and try it in a square composition. This is a study for a larger piece I plan to complete this week.
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