You know, I'm not really a boat person... I don't know much about them and was never really exposed to them as a child...but here in Red Wing, MN, in the quiet of the early morning, I felt a longing for what every other boat owner seems to already know. 

The secret peacefulness of the morning, especially here at this marina was so tranquil and special, it seemed almost holy, even.  I was starting to understand what was perhaps so alluring about fishing, besides the fish!  As I painted the serenity of this scene, I was totally alone, surrounded by quiet, except for the gentle sounds of nature, a frog croaking, a wave gently lapping on to shore, and the birds happily serenading me...that must be what all those fisherman really love!...could it be?

And so, once again I reveled in the joy I felt to be an artist, a plein air painter, to be exact.  How beautiful to stand at my easel at a time when I would usually be in bed(!) and have the opportunity to capture the quiet of this morning.