Last Thursday morning I drove to Marrowstone Island near Port Townsend. Marrowstone Island seems like a throwback to a quieter time. The old farms still give the place a bucolic feel, the traffic is sparse, and the pace is slow.
I stopped at the Nordland Store, which faces the harbor filled with sailboats lying to their anchors. An old dock and shellfish processing shed on pilings caught my eye, and I found a shady place on the beach to paint the boats, pilings, and sheds. I spent a pleasant hour an a half making this painting.
I like your use of shadows in the water. Sounds like an idyllic place.