"SUNSET ON THE WATER'S EDGE" by Liane Whittum

This is a magical place and one that provides endless inspiration for me. I have to travel about five hours north of my already Northern position to find a place where the air smells of salt water and balsam, black spruce and pine forests almost spill over the water's edge and the sun silently slips away while the last light sparkles and dances on the water.