An afternoon all to myself. Birdsong, the trail voices of passing hikers, and anyone who wanted to look over my shoulder was welcome.
I keep coming back to this lagoon. Different light, different seasons, different moods. But this afternoon was one of those that makes you understand why. The meadow grasses were doing that thing where they glow red and gold like they're lit from inside. The water sat quiet behind them. The coastal hills rolled soft in the distance.
Some places just keep asking you back.
Original oil on panel, painted and mounted inside an Altoids tin. About 3.5 x 2.25 inches. Signed on the back. Ships carefully packed.
One of a kind. When it sells, it's gone.
An afternoon all to myself. Birdsong, the trail voices of passing hikers, and anyone who wanted to look over my shoulder was welcome.
I keep coming back to this lagoon. Different light, different seasons, different moods. But this afternoon was one of those that makes you understand why. The meadow grasses were doing that thing where they glow red and gold like they're lit from inside. The water sat quiet behind them. The coastal hills rolled soft in the distance.
Some places just keep asking you back.
Original oil on panel, painted and mounted inside an Altoids tin. About 3.5 x 2.25 inches. Signed on the back. Ships carefully packed.
One of a kind. When it sells, it's gone.
