Glad Streams

The week before the shelter in place order, Ed and I went to Chico and Ashland to see family. We went on a walk in Bidwell Park on a gray Sunday morning, and I noticed how the black water had these white stones showing through. When we got home, this painting happened almost spontaneously on the canvas.
On good days during the epidemic, I feel like this, very quiet and peaceful, but I still have my cold feet moments.