When we first moved to our home in northern California the creek was dry. I walked down to the bottom of the creek and started to walk the creek as it runs through our property. I had only taken a few steps when I heard a very loud noise and then I saw a huge buck deer. He had been sleeping in the dry creek bed and I had surprised him. He surprised me as well. Since then I think of the words, Creek Bed, as more than the bottom of a dry creek. The creek bed was indeed a bed that day. The music from the flowing creeks serenaded me all day and made for, "A Painting Day".