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Fond memories of my childhood. This is the view of our home, from Cos, the causeway which led from Doorus to Aughnish. The sight of the Martello Tower signalled us to hurry home and not be dallying as we searched for sceanna mhara and other fish and shells. In Autumn, the blackberries were blooming and our fingers and lips were tatooed with the stain of the ripe berries. The sloe bushes were always a delight. Those tart tasting berries were so delicious. In May we would listen to the song of the cuckoo bird, larks, nightingales and swans kept us company. This painting is in oil on canvas and brings to mind beautiful fond memories, as I look at it, I can smell my mother's delicious scones cooling on the windowsill, waiting for us.

The weather here at Indian Rocks Beach has been beautiful. Some will say too hot, as this week we enjoyed 103 degrees fahrenheit. As a fifth generation Florida native, I find the early morning or just before sunset to be the perfect time to paint plein aire. My artist friend Mary from Naples visited this week. Beachfront 810 at Indian Rocks Beach looked radiant in the afternoon sun

A summer of travel to Venice Italy, where I painted the elegant buildings, the canal and lagoon. To Madrid where I studied the at the artist Sorolla's home. To New York, New Hampshire and Toronto where I have painted too. This little painting of a place I hold very dear to my heart is my latest. My easel is set up and the bougainvillia have left a sufficient gap for me to paint the Gulf of Mexico. Ahh! bliss