It had been very dry in Southwest Florida. For more than three months there was no rain. I went to Mrs. Foster's farm this morning and painted this scene. Because of the drought, the water in the pond had receded far from the jetty, which had lost one leg but was still holding the board top. By the time I finished the painting, I saw Mrs. Foster's car was coming up from the highway. She stopped by my easel. Winding down the car window, she asked me to see a gator was surfacing at the edge of the water. When I was painting, I didn't pay attention to that fellow at all.