I saw this little bridge in the park every week as I was growing up. It was a sort of boundary, "Don't go past the bridge!" I never noticed how lovely it was until going back years later.
I thought that would be the end of the story for this painting. But after it was finished, my niece saw it and said, "That's Duck!" One year her husband brought her a little duckling for Easter. Duck became fast friends with their poodle, but after a while Duck needed a better home. They got permission to move him to the park. (He's the white one in the painting.)
Original Oil Painting on 16"x 20" on Canvas Board, Framed.
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Reminds me of a photo I took at Golden Gate Park once.
ReplyDeleteWell, it's a long way from Golden Gate - it's in Mena, Arkansas - but it is a peaceful place.
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