It was a bitterly cold December day when my son and I explored the back streets of Port Hope with our cameras. I wanted his perspective on Port Hope. His were so much more creative than my photos.
The snow crunched under our feet as we walked the back alleys and laneways. The painting below came out of one of his photos that day.
Below, is card ⅝ taken from the bottom right of the painting.
I was at a crossroad in my life then and, looking back, I am thankful for the path we've taken from that point. In the depths of winter, there really was an invincible summer.