Ike's North, 8 x 8" acrylic on birch

Foggy swims are magical, breaking through the smooth, sof water, while looking at the shore, on either side.  I notice the woods climbing up from the granite cliffs. Canadian Cliffs are above on my left and a Campground on my right side. Trees everywhere, aroma of pine, loons calling, friends chatting, misty morning veiled swims.