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I’ve been staring at this painting for quite some time, lost in it’s ripples and folds.
I used to go fishing with my Dad a lot when I was young. He’d wake me long before sunrise and we’d drive 70 miles to Alabama through the back roads of Georgia. It took forever, slowing down to 20 mph in every small town between Chattanooga, TN and Cedar Bluff, AL, but I loved it.

I would sit and stare at the bobber, waiting for a bite, watching the flow of the water…

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