Guard Shore, late December. I was sitting quietly and peacefully at the shore watching the dusk descend. The place was deserted and I was thankful for it! I could hear chip chip calls from sparrows that lurked in the marsh grasses nearby, the taller strands of grass waved in the chilly breeze. Behind me, a high whistling from a Surf Scoter's wings as it took to the air and flew deeper into the bay. A few had been feeding just offshore, diving then reappearing to bounce up and down in the choppy water. As the night drew in across the marsh, the sky took on an intense yellow that slowly deepened to blood-red before finally fading to black. It was an experience to cherish and I tried to capture my feeling for that evening in this painting. Size is 9 x 12 in (23 x 30 cm). Oil on canvas.
