I walk with friends several times a week. Since we all live in coastal Southern California cities, we try to meet and walk near the water. Sometimes we walk around Balboa Island. Sometimes we go down to Crystal Cove in Newport. I’m on the San Clemente Beach Trail at least once a week; and once in a while we trek around Newport’s Back Bay.
At the ends of the day, both dawn and dusk, magic happens along the Back Bay. Colors dance on the water, along the hills and in the sky. Pink and gold hold hands to soften and warm up the blues and greens. Paradise illuminates.
To tell the truth, we walk the Back Bay less often now because air traffic patterns changed a couple years ago and LOTS of low-flying jets from John Wayne and LAX pass overhead now. It’s hard to talk, and you know we talk as we walk. A LOT. I feel bad for the folks who live there. Such a nuisance. I really feel bad for the wildlife that flourishes there. I wonder how long they can take it.
So I made a painting in honor of the beauty of the place and all who inhabit it. Back Bay at The End of The Day