The North Shore of Lake Superior in Minnesota is a special place. It forms the bottom part of the righthand triangle of the state’s outline and is a place for getting out in beautiful nature to camp, swim, rest, relax.
My dad’s painting depicts a lighthouse on the shore – a place of safety that provides light in the darkness.
Wherever you are today, may you find rest, safety, and light.
I find this painting of my dad’s intriguing. The lighthouse sits high on a rock, promising to illuminate the dark skies and warn boats of the rocks that would crush them. I see hope and promise in that image.
And then I glimpse the large fall leaves in the foreground, those that soon will wither and disappear as coldness sets in. They are a sign of the earth hibernating and sleeping.
Two juxtaposing images. Together, they bring hope for light even in the seasons of death.
What do you see?