8 x 10
Where the St. Johns River percolates into a river in Central Florida there are seas of saw grass, and palm trees and islands of oak and cypress. Growing up we probably went to Orlando once a week and we passed over the St. Johns River on the way. I guess I've stared at this scene so many times that I love to paint it. It's miles and miles of the same thing, but its never the same thing.
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