Coco Beach, Florida. Where the skin is basted in oils and weathered like handbags. Where the young and old look younger and older than they really are. I’m not sure if I’d ever consider retiring in a warm area like Florida but visiting has seems okay once in awhile. Especially if I can paint.
The challenge here was the wind, and the clouds moving in front of the sun. Only the wind never let up. Also, I kept dropping my brush, losing my hat and having to reapply the sunscreen. Your environment can be beautiful and cruel…that’s just the way it goes.