My cousin, Biz, and her wife, Bev, invited me to go on a boat ride to Great Cranberry on an evening that promised rain. Bad weather makes me nervous, especially being on the water. I love The Pool of Great Cranberry. It's so calming and relaxing. When we were young, the July 4th picnic would be on the beach. We would pile into my Uncle John's boat and motor over, spread our blanket on the rocky beach and play all morning or swim in the water. I am not a beach person. As much as I loved going over there, I hated the pebbly sand sticking to my hands and feet. No towel ever seemed to remove it and the sand always got on my sandwich. As we puttered over this time, Bev on the bow to make sure we didn't hit any rocks as it was mid-tide, I looked around. The beach was the same but the houses around it were new. When I was young, there were barely any houses at all. Now there was a huge one just as we entered the pool. On the lawn, there were deer eating grass. They raised their heads to watch us pass by, their white tails flicking every now and then, not sure if we were a threat. I have painted so many mountain sunsets from the view I have from our house on Islesford. When Biz turned the boat around to head back to Islesford because the skies were getting very dark and gray. As the boat turned, I saw this small white house tucked into the trees on a spit of land that was separate from the main island. It was such a different view of the Bubbles. Everything was varying shades of gray except for that house. It looked so perfect and inviting on an evening that was a little bit threatening. This is one of favorite paintings.