March River, oil on canvas, 11×14
WATER HAS BEEN ON my mind a lot lately, although there were few vernal ponds this spring, and they seemingly have disappeared (they may briefly reappear after today’s heavy rain).
Still, mallards cradle in a milky crook of an ancient, twisting tributary and slide silently along the sleek surface of the fast-flowing Connecticut. Thumb-shaped dewdrops illuminate the purple-red arches of the barely-budded raspberry canes.
Ripple, oil on canvas, 20×16
Mountain Stream, oil on canvas, 11×14
OCEAN
To come!