Rocks

The landscape still looked drab as spring tried to charge through winter’s long occupation. The Dells were visiting for a few days. Natalia basked in the camp rocker and Rachelle read. Chas and Nate were fishing and having no success with the powerful strong flow of the Piedra River. I found a spot along the eroded shoreline and let my feet dangle off the small cliff. I was skeptically of this unassuming spot – the water a muddy green with little sign of new spring life.

But then the richness of the micro landscape at my feet began to sweep me away with each observation of color, contrast, shadow and movement. My skepticism melted away in a torrent of transcending. How would I capture it all? I hoped that everyone wouldn’t want to leave too soon.

“Rocks on the Shore in Spring” – A watercolor study

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