Living in the midst of a National Seashore made for my most daunting challenge. In comparison, finding suitable subjects was easy. I could walk out my door without a vehicle and access hundreds of miles of trails. Laguntas Creek started just behind my house, emptying into Tomales Bay. I painted this piece perched on an abandoned train trestle. I was fascinated that these two parallel bodies of water were two different colors. One was a creek and the other was an irrigation canal. Periodically, huge sturgeons would lazily swim up the creek. They look like dinosaurs. In Russia, their eggs are harvested for caviar. Birds and cows would wander by, curious what this silly human was doing.