I was on a hike with my partner, "Coach" and we somehow got off the designated trail. We ended up in a wild part of Wolcott Mill Metropark. At one point, we followed 31 Mile Rd. past a dead end sign and it turned into a ditch, flanked by a stream. Then we came across this old, rusty car door on the banks of a creek. Later, we found a whole car rotting in the middle of a field. Apparently, the locals use the park as their own, personal dumping ground. Way to respect Mother Nature guys!
My love of the arts began early on in life and was greatly influenced by an inspiring photography teacher in high school. I began teaching myself to paint in 2019 and have had my work exhibited in numerous shows around the country. One of the joys of being an artist is looking at the world in totally different ways and discovering a painting or photograph in a million unexpected places. For inquiries: dominmark@yahoo.com
Tuesday, April 14, 2020
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