This is actually in New Jersey, but it certainly looks like Florida. A beautiful sunset over a wetlands. Water is so calming. This is soft pastels on black sanded paper, 9×12.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters. — Norman McIean (A River Runs Through It)