Under the Rainbow Bridge

I am standing under the Rainbow Bridge, while painting this impressive scene.

There will be more versions of this painting on the horizon, because I have such fond memories of this view:

driving over the bridge and taking in such serine breaths of air every time I looked up and down the river saying, "I love this river!".

Seeing the Kayaks rowing under nieth, and collecting at Negro bar beach for checkin. Or, kayaks coming by the white rock in pairs. Even of myself rowing by, and seeing the ducks in the water and the feeling of the coolness from the water mixed with the singe of the sun on my skin at the same time, as the ors drop cold water onto my legs.  Memories.