Friday the weather was spectacular. This island-like outcropping drew me down to the water's edge. To tell you the truth, it was after I got all set up there and stopped moving that I realized, I was floating~~~still moving. That's when I fancied the whole idea, like Monet... on a boat. In motion~ You painters probably recognize the movements of the "easel dance", the rocking back, the lean in, two steps back... do it again. The tune ~"I love rock & roll"~ became audible, as well as the lunch crowd gathering. As I glanced up to the balcony, I got that familiar comment, "You want me to smile? to pose?". So you know what happens when someone wants to enter my painting world. They have to start out as my photographer.