Mackinac Island in the summer. Sometimes when I have spent the night - or several - on the Island, I can still hear the clomp of the horses hooves and hear the buoy bells at night in my own bed after I return. So . . . okay, don't tell anybody that.
This is a watercolor, 11 X 15. It is the view of the walk back toward town from Mission Point Resort. I just love the old trees along here.