You’re welcome! Wishing you a great Tuesday…😊🌴🏄🏻♂️⛱😊
You as well!
Boulders like solid clouds!
Nicely said
It’s hard to believe that this is not a painting. The essence of tranquility. It is like a floral Fragonard.
Thanks Ed. Not too familiar with Fragonard’s work; thanks for bringing him to my attention.
Geoff saw it – those boulders and clouds, exchanging something we normally for get they have. 😉
(Do I see a fishing float in there?)
I liked Geoff’s comment as well. This was taken the day after I got home from the hospital so it was great to see all that green and blue again. Yes, a fishing float. I liked the dab of red so it shall stay… 😊
That’s funny that you liked the float there – it’s well placed, right? 😉 I sigh when I think of what you said about coming home…Joe was so happy to be in the car with me when I drove him home. A few days later I was able to get him into the car (he was very weak) and we just drove around town in an everyday sort of way. He loved it. Then I drove up to a small park at an overlook where you can see without getting out of the car and then we got take out pizza, which we normally never had because it’s too carb-heavy. That was his last day. Simple pleasures, green and blue.
That extraordinary memory from Joe’s last day is etched here, Lynn. Thanks so much for sharing it.
JOHN TODARO 
😊⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️😊
Thanks Philip! 👍🏼
You’re welcome! Wishing you a great Tuesday…😊🌴🏄🏻♂️⛱😊
You as well!
Boulders like solid clouds!
Nicely said
It’s hard to believe that this is not a painting. The essence of tranquility. It is like a floral Fragonard.
Thanks Ed. Not too familiar with Fragonard’s work; thanks for bringing him to my attention.
Geoff saw it – those boulders and clouds, exchanging something we normally for get they have. 😉
(Do I see a fishing float in there?)
I liked Geoff’s comment as well. This was taken the day after I got home from the hospital so it was great to see all that green and blue again. Yes, a fishing float. I liked the dab of red so it shall stay… 😊
That’s funny that you liked the float there – it’s well placed, right? 😉 I sigh when I think of what you said about coming home…Joe was so happy to be in the car with me when I drove him home. A few days later I was able to get him into the car (he was very weak) and we just drove around town in an everyday sort of way. He loved it. Then I drove up to a small park at an overlook where you can see without getting out of the car and then we got take out pizza, which we normally never had because it’s too carb-heavy. That was his last day. Simple pleasures, green and blue.
That extraordinary memory from Joe’s last day is etched here, Lynn. Thanks so much for sharing it.