Our family has a cabin in the mountains of New Hampshire. It's on land with lots of trees, next to a river. When we are there I get up early -- when the sun is at the best angle -- and walk around looking at how the light flows through the trees. When I find some magic I take a picture with my phone. The picture never fails to capture the objects but lose the magic. So I consider it my job to take the phone to my easel, open up the photo, and put the magic back in. Sometimes I even succeed a little bit. 
 
There are a ton of great places to swim along the Pemigewasset River with little micro-falls (although it's usually too cold for me). And traditionally we are very kind to tresspassers. We dont even call them tresspassers, because that wouldn't be kind. (...as we forgive those who tresspass against us.)
 
All that to say, I don't know who the person in this painting is.
 
MORNING SWIM IN THE PEMI
12 X 16
Oil on panel