A picture I cut from a magazine years ago and so lost any attribution.
I have no idea who painted this picture or when, but I believe the artist is American who flourished sometime in the last century.
The setting and the small boat make me think New England.
Similar flat-bottomed boats were common among farmers with fields and barns on both sides of a river in my grandparent's day, though they preferred paddles rather than oars for propulsion.
I assume the artist intended a subtle pastoral depiction of the Three Graces, New World style, but I am fond of this charming picture because the young women in their dainty Edwardian dresses bear a remarkable resemblance to my three daughters.
And so might they have idled away some late summer afternoon gathering wild flowers had they lived a hundred years ago.
In this time-line, however, the one in white is a VP's strong right arm and secret weapon.The brunette in blue teaches at university and has a non-fiction book coming out later this year. The little one in the boat with flowers in her hair is a major in the CF.
Such coincidental resemblances form a familiar literary trope of the gothic type -- but it's one I cannot dismiss as merely creative imagination.
Have you ever felt that instant of shock when a face you know intimately leaps out at you from some portrait painted hundreds of years ago?