Monday, October 8, 2012


Quivering Pond
12 x 9
A little stream runs through the valley, around the villa, through the garden and into the woods.  Each spot along this stream is a meditation.  Faced with so many choices, I let the sunlight choose, finding a patch that breaks through the trees, warming the steps and gravel path.  Might as well be comfortable painting.  A frog calls out, letting me know he's hiding in the back left corner of the pond.  All else is quiet.  The deep wind of the Columbia Gorge becomes a tiny breeze here among the trees, setting the pond to quiver.

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