American Stonehenge

I have a friend whose house backs up to a creek. Lucky for me! She has taken and shared some wonderful pictures. I love the tangled, often overgrown creek sides and the attendant beauty in the light that shines through the trees and the shades of foliage and occasional flowers.

I really enjoyed doing this painting. The bridge, of course, runs across the creek, and it seemed to me that its pillars are like many other bridges we have here, in the South, and I would guess, all America. We don't come close to anything like Stonehenge, but, of course, we have plenty of concrete; perhaps in a far, far distant future, someone will discover our remains, as we have found the Druids.  I think theirs will still  be far more mystical, but, in the meantime, we have our American Stonehenge: