Angry Waves
This was day one at the beach…30+ mph wind, and COLD. I was freezing in a jacket, and was dry on shore, those are my crazy children playing in the water. I was hoping to plein air paint a bit, perhaps the wind will die down and I will have a chance later in the week.
The children named these waves angry waves.
Hold My Hand
Look-
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
Sunset on Bear Lake
I love when my day is bookended by observing nature’s light show.
Sunrise 17 February
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?
Winter Sunrise
Sunrise on Bear Lake. I love the way the snow intensifies the light and colors.
Me and my box of crayons
Roadside Chicken
“Why is everyone always questioning my motives? “
Alamos Amarillos
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.
Stream side thumbnail
I have done a lot of these tiny paintings lately, I love they way they capture mood and color.
