To enjoy the song of spring, it cannot be played on an iPhone or any other artificial electronic device. That would be an insult to your ears. To see a male rose-breasted grosbeak look you in the eye and hear him bicker at you for being too close to his turf is a very intimate … Continue reading The Song of Spring Watercolor
If you're lucky enough to live in an area where you have both downy and hairy woodpeckers, you may be hiking in the woods and see one of them. They look identical except for the fact that one is small and one is large. But how can you quickly tell who is who if they … Continue reading Quick! Downy or Hairy?
There is something sad about this incomplete pine. Or maybe it's not sad at all, but I'm looking through sad eyes. I'm still processing the loss of a friend and I'm not going to lie, it does not get better with time. Especially when I pick up a paint brush and do the very thing … Continue reading Incomplete Pine Watercolor
Not only are the reeds frozen, but the animal tracks are too. Frozen in time. They tell a story which I love to read when hiking in nature. I have to put the pieces together from this story... whose tracks? When were they made? Did the animal have the silver moon as a guiding light? … Continue reading Reeds Frozen in Time Watercolor
Setting Sun Mild 59°F As the sun sets it casts an amber glow to everything it touches. The dried grasses blaze and pine boughs glisten. A radiant moment indeed. Friday I caught this moment and simplified it. Instead of painting every single thing in my view/picture, I painted what was necessary to capture the mood … Continue reading Elegant Pines of a Setting Sun Watercolor
To have patience. To lie in wait. This autumn magnolia tree already has it's buds ready for next spring. Why does this happen? The tree's buds are encased in a heavy fur scale, Soft on the outside with little silver hairs and extremely hard underneath protecting the tender bud. But why are we seeing buds … Continue reading Magnolia Buds Lie in Wait Watercolor
50°F Fog Sitting before the clearing open land distant autumn trees array like wallpaper. Fog descends along with my thoughts. Something about the clearing allows the thoughts to linger. A heavy idle. As darkness falls regret whispers taunting me with should have dones. Agony makes warfare. I ask the Light for help. I whisper back … Continue reading Autumn Fog Watercolor
51°F Overcast, windy, rain. A hawk cry rings out under the heavy damp air. A red squirrel sits to peel the outer layer of a nut, unaffected by the rain. An intruder approaches... another red squirrel. This invasion results in a quick chase around the tree and an angry fast flicker of the tail. The … Continue reading Autumn Rain Watercolor
And so it begins... Time cannot be undone. And the leaves cannot go back on the trees. But we can still move forward hand in hand with our Everlasting Father as He carries our hurts. Amen.
On the advice of a Dove Candy wrapper (sea salt caramel & dark chocolate), I got lost on purpose.... Swallows dance above Crabapple Lake. Even though it is an overcast day, I can still see their shadow on the surface of the lake as they swoop within an inch of the water. The wind pushes … Continue reading Mighty Oaks Watercolor Sketch