This picture reminds me of India because the many trees, brown dirt, and lake which my state of Kerala has plenty of. Oftentimes, the smell is of life and vegetation, animals, and of smoke caused by small fires homeowners will start in their front yards to ward off the stench of sweat and feces, flies and ants. The thick forest of trees reminds me of the fear I often had of dogs, snakes and other wild animals that can be seen hidden in the brush. The lake in the picture brings me the peace and tranquility I’ve often experienced on similar shores as I’ve watched women washing clothes, bathing their children or cows, or filling their pots to be used at home. The trees seem as if they are pine which gives me feelings of pain leaning on them or even resting beneath its shade since pines can be very sharp and leads me to think that the setting of this portrait may be in Canada. Also, the wood used to make the home seems to be too nicely shaped to be used in third world countries. It could be a home or even a boathouse used as a summer home for someone of the likes of Ernest Hemingway, who used to like to boat, fish, and write out in the sun on the lake. The wide trail reminds me of a great place for children to race through the woods as I used to in my childhood on my bicycle in the heavy monsoon rains of India. I and my sister used to love racing downhill on the slopes and splash through puddles of water at the foot of each tree as we smacked right into them. The painting seems so pristine and picturesque bringing back fond memories of my past when I had more opportunities to enjoy nature.