Julie Grist: Summer Mornings
- jgrist

- Sep 8
- 1 min read

Here it is, already September and the end of summer when windows were wide open letting in the smells of summer: water, wind and a whiff of red pines releasing their fragrance.
I painted this after a visit to the family's summer lake house on the shores of an aqua blue lake in Wisconsin. Feeling the satin of that clean air, the sun shadowing the wall, the rumpled sheets of a bed after a deep sleep all . . . communicated in one simple frame. I want to climb back in summer's bed.

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