Painting from the Past

When we were young our neighbor Kris would load up her truck with us kids, the dogs, the rowboat my dad built, and her kayak and take us to the reservoir in Peahi to paddle around on the murky water. One time she took a picture, and then, last year, made a painting. There I am with my bushy hair, my brother hanging over the edge of the boat, her friend Bill in the kayak.

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