5×7 pastel on sanded paper, plein air

  
5×7 pastel on sanded paper

  
5×7 pastel on sanded paper

  
8×10 oil on panel, plein air

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.
William Blake

  
7×5 pastel on sanded paper

  
5×7 pastel on sanded paper

The beauty is in its imperfections.

  
6×6 oil on panel, plein air

If it weren’t for the rocks it’s bed, the stream would have no music.

  
6×6 oil on panel
Sunrise

moon’s shell cracks – her yoke

falls on the edge of the sea

scrambled horizon

  
8×10 oil on panel, plein air

  
8×10 oil on panel, plein air