Cool and quiet April morning, enjoying the peaceful stillness of the veranda; grateful for the offering of tea and a blanket.
It was cold and my fingers were numb but I was insistent upon finishing this little sketch of the wicker sofa. We were staying at the Naramata Inn and had just finished our breakfast. Something about this veranda which was just off the lobby, seemed to call my name. Reminiscent of an era gone by, I could only imagine those who had sat there before me.
- Subject Matter: Still life