The Florida Panhandle has some of the most beautiful beaches in the world. Its white sand makes the water a beautiful, translucent green color. It’s a place that pops off of postcards. Last weekend, the weather was definitely not from central casting — it was cold, drizzly and gloomy. But a quirk in how I see things is that I can find beauty even in the middle of the gloom. Last Sunday, I went for a walk along the beach and saw the sun struggling to burn through the clouds. There were patches of the trademark green water. The sand was white but not quite as vibrant. But the sea oats and scrub had patches of brown and yellow that gave a warm glow.
Here’s my painting of what I saw:
