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 … Continue reading Rocks

Their Gold

“Surrender” Only small pockets of aspens hold out with their gold. But my heart surrenders to fall with the warmth of the wood burning stove. I paint Remembering the colors of fall when grief blinded me. I paint To take in what I missed. I paint their gold. “Their Gold” and “Hold Out” Plein Air Painting on Mill Creek Road Continue reading Their Gold