This isn’t my favorite, but I do love how you capture trees on canvas. I can imagine sitting under it, listening to it speaking in the breeze… feel the earth beneath me, hear the bird above me… the wind kissing my skin.
This isn’t my favorite, but I do love how you capture trees on canvas. I can imagine sitting under it, listening to it speaking in the breeze… feel the earth beneath me, hear the bird above me… the wind kissing my skin.
yesterday I laid on a rock next to the Cascade River and gazed up into the branches of a cedar tree. The river was rushing and roaring, and the sun was hot. Rainbows flashed in the mist, and it was nearly a perfect day. I revisited some of my favorite rocks, and shared the day with someone special.
The painting of the 3 otters sold out of the Trout.
yesterday I laid on a rock next to the Cascade River and gazed up into the branches of a cedar tree. The river was rushing and roaring, and the sun was hot. Rainbows flashed in the mist, and it was nearly a perfect day. I revisited some of my favorite rocks, and shared the day with someone special.
The painting of the 3 otters sold out of the Trout.
This isn’t my favorite, but I do love how you capture trees on canvas. I can imagine sitting under it, listening to it speaking in the breeze… feel the earth beneath me, hear the bird above me… the wind kissing my skin.
This isn’t my favorite, but I do love how you capture trees on canvas. I can imagine sitting under it, listening to it speaking in the breeze… feel the earth beneath me, hear the bird above me… the wind kissing my skin.
yesterday I laid on a rock next to the Cascade River and gazed up into the branches of a cedar tree. The river was rushing and roaring, and the sun was hot. Rainbows flashed in the mist, and it was nearly a perfect day. I revisited some of my favorite rocks, and shared the day with someone special.
The painting of the 3 otters sold out of the Trout.
yesterday I laid on a rock next to the Cascade River and gazed up into the branches of a cedar tree. The river was rushing and roaring, and the sun was hot. Rainbows flashed in the mist, and it was nearly a perfect day. I revisited some of my favorite rocks, and shared the day with someone special.
The painting of the 3 otters sold out of the Trout.