Every weekend at the lake I walk up Pelican Point Road to and from the “Magic Hill”. I call it that because it seems to be a most effective weight loss method for me. Last fall after a rain, I noticed red vines growing on the oak trees walking down the hill towards the marshland. They were beautiful. Paintings don’t always start out beautiful and this one certainly didn’t as it began with a large section of black grass leading into a swamp. I scared everyone at the cottage when suggesting replacing the current piece over the fireplace with this one. The vision in my head was far better than the beginning point that they saw. However a sunset pontoon ride inspired an increase in the amount of water shown along with the reflected clouds adding considerable beauty to the scene.