Trout Pond, Twilight, oil on canvas, 14×11
I HAVE HAD MASSAGE and practiced yoga, but nothing has ever felt as good as the wind pressing on my back and shoulders and funneling around my upturned collar as I stood on this cold December afternoon on a bluff above the Connecticut River gazing south at the Holyoke Range, broad pockets of sunlight slowly scanning the distant mountainsides where they broke through the purple cloud cover.
Current, oil on canvas, 14×17
Cascade, oil on canvas, 9×12
BEAUTIFUL wave to Planet Earth.