It’s a place we all come to, seeking treasures that have gone missing. What sweet joy it is to see an old friend when we arrive at the “Lost and Found”.
After a storm it’s time to pick up the pieces, and maybe put a few in a jar.
It’s been hard, but I’ve finally got my ducks in a row. Have a great weekend.
Some hide their treasures in buildings dark and grey.
I prefer mine encased in glass, and topped with a golden roof.
Today’s painting is part of a show at Gallery 78 in Fredericton, New Brunswick.