The Salton Sea is in the news a lot these days – it’s about 4 ft lower than when I first moved here almost ten years ago. The foundations of the old yacht clubs that were flooded in the dual storms-of-the-century in the late 70s are now visible. The boat launch area from which a friend and I once paddled a canoe, is now an almost dried up inlet sporting only a large puddle. I’m glad I took photos back then, they are already historical. Sometimes when I paint from them I wonder if I will still be able to see the sun rise out of the water at winter solstice throughout my lifetime. Perhaps, perhaps not. This painting was created based on one of those old dawn photos. I titled it to reflect that.