Home for a visit, my son Bryan and I went for a walk on a beautiful trail through Harriet Hollister Park in the Finger Lakes. We stumbled upon an abandoned hunting camp, where Bryan's intrigue took over. That moment in time -- a pause in the swiftness of activity -- carries such significance as our lives move about, his career and life taking him to bustling NYC and mine bringing ever-changing surprises. I am grateful for every pause we're able to take.
- 12" x 12"
- Oil on linen board