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Fall Along the River
Watching fall arrive along the South Platte River in Colorado is a special treat. The water drifts past, placid and gentle. The cottonwoods shift from green to shades of orange and bright yellows. The grasses glow, almost iridescent in the sunshine. Yet, in the shade, the air is cool and refreshing. While sitting on a log, painting this scene, I watched flock of wild turkeys fly across the river, minutes later, a pair of doves drifted past. And, while I didn’t see them, I know that deer, beaver and muskrat are nearby, busily preparing for winter.
pastel, 6×8
en plein air
unframed
Bobcat Oasis
How many times have I pulled on my backpack and headed for a nearby park to hike, think, look and ponder? Whether I have a lot on my mind, or I just feel the need to get out into nature, Bobcat Ridge Open Space is a ‘go-to’ spot. There, I am free to wander, wonder and ease back into myself.
As I painted this cottonwood against the backdrop of the hogback, I thought of napping under the tree or having a picnic lunch. I reflected on the number of hikes I have taken through this park, and how it has become an oasis for my spirit, as well as an opportunity to connect with nature and myself.
oil on panel, 12×16
plein air
unframed
en plein air
Sunflowers
8×10, oil on board
painted en plein air
In Your Embrace
This painting is based on a plein air painting made along the Poudre River in Fort Collins, CO. As I painted this piece, I thought about the strength of river, the tree and the power of love.
On display in the Denver Capitol Building June-September, 2018.
Oil on gallery wrap canvas 1 5/8″
36×48
Breathing Space
Painted en plein air at Bobcat Ridge Open Space.
Fort Collins, CO
oil, 9×12
plein air study
unframed
Black-Eyed Susans
oil on panel
12×9
plein air
Beside Still Waters
Mist hung in the air. Clouds filled the sky. I rounded the corner, and was startled by the blaze of fall color. The trees seemed lit from within. I was drawn to the tumultuous contrast of rioting color against the mirror like smoothness of the river. As I painted, stillness hung in the air. Two fishermen worked their way up the Poudre River, calling out as they cast and caught fish. Completed en plein air.
8×10, oil on canvas panel
plein air
unframed