Acrylic on Canvas

24" x 30"

c. 2012

Near the heart of Golden Gate Park is this lovely old stone bridge, which pedestrians can use to pass over Stow Lake to the little island known as Strawberry Hill. On mornings like this, when not a rowboat, paddleboat, or motorboat is passing over the surface of the lake and between the arches of the bridge, the fog mutes the landscape and all noise, save for the occasional sound of a bird.