On the way up to Mirror Lake, near Mt. Hood, there's a footbridge over a little creek. It reminds me of hiking days when our kids were small. Their dad would run ahead and hide under the bridge. When we got there, he'd say, in a troll voice, "Who's that walking over my bridge?" Kids would scramble, there'd be a chase, all great fun. This little footbridge, of course, harbors no trolls. Just a magical light dancing across the clear creek water.
As a plein air painter, I spend many contented hours sitting in some inspiring spot with the sights and sounds of the outdoors, capturing my impressions of light and color. Back in the studio, these works expand, recreating a particular place in a special moment.
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