Here is a girl that I painted on driftwood. Yesterday my son Roscoe and I were walking on the path by Lake Champlain and I picked up a lovely scrap of driftwood. I admit I have far more driftwood than I can paint in one lifetime. It was with me anyway when I reached home, along with 5 delightfully small acorns, and lingering bits of conversation edging on the enormity of the unknown.