Your little fist fits mine
Like the pit in a plum.
One day and one size
These two hands
Will clasp companionably.
Help me, child.
Forgive me when I fail you.
I’m your mother, true,
But in the end
Merely an older equal
Doing her faltering best
For a dear, small friend.
-Carol Lynn Pearson
I love when my day is bookended by observing nature’s light show.
I painted this sunrise plein air, but I set up in a windowsill instead of outside…pastels don’t mix well with snow flurries. The snowstorm to the north erased part of the mountains as I painted.
Quick study complete, now…where are my snow shoes?
Sunrise on Bear Lake. I love the way the snow intensifies the light and colors.
“Why is everyone always questioning my motives? “
If you are a Texan, as I am, “remember the Alamo” is taught to you from Kindergarten on.
Alamo is the Spanish word for Cottonwood. I prefer to remember these alamos rather than the bloody images of Santa Anna, James Bowie, William Travis, and Davy Crockett fighting it out the bitter end.
I have done a lot of these tiny paintings lately, I love they way they capture mood and color.