I wish I knew enough about palms to guess how old these two are. They’ve (obviously) bent in the wind and are guarding the inlet into Sarasota Bay. The Bay, I recently learned, is only about four feet deep and full of grasslands and wildlife.
There is something about these two palms that I find irresistible. The day was warm, about 75, and as I painted many encouraging and kind people stopped by to watch. Makes me think there is hope for humanity! While I was there a fisherman caught a Man ‘O Ray in his net, which he returned to the sea. I love the contrast between the decaying manmade cement wall and all of the ocean’s organics.