with Palette Knife
Another view from our spot on the lake. This time, I painted the end of our cove. It was an interesting study of greens, but there was something lacking. The next morning, I saw a kayak gliding through the cove—silent and graceful. I just had to add it to the painting. It summed up the whole feeling of the lake. You see, the lake is a slow place. Despite all attempts to make life at the lake faster, via technology and agendas, the lake has an inescapable pace of its own. That pace slows us down. We are able to enjoy God's simple gifts. Things like gratitude of every day, appreciation of God’s creation and intimacy from genuine conversation with one another. With all of the water-skiing, tubing and boating, the lake is at its best when the water is still—where you just float along the gentle current.