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A Day at the Beach


Summer is coming to an end soon. I wanted to go out to where the summer seems endless. A quick trip to Fort Lauderdale beach was just the ticket! Blustery ocean breeze in a quiet spot and oh the smell of summer, what can be better? I guess I gravitate to red pick up trucks lately! I swear I did not notice that I was painting yet another red vehicle until it was time to stop painting! Speaking of red, my neck is almost the same color as that truck! And I had an umbrella! I hope I can squeeze in a few more of these beach scenes before most vacations are over. Own it. Click below. 
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