My father passed away in May, a day before his 98th birthday, in New York City, then the epicenter of the Corona virus. Restrictions made arranging a funeral nearly impossible...and it was easy to become discouraged. My brother and I consoled each other by perusing old photos, many of family vacations. Seeking the solace of my studio, I began to memorialize our favorite trips. The haunting beauty of Schroon Lake in the gray morning light is something I will always cherish.
Every year, at least one of our vacations was in Florida, and my Dad made a point of traveling through the everglades on each trip. The flat horizon and low hanging clouds were so different compared to our New York City skies. The marsh seemed to go on forever.