Smoke thick air popped out the purple as the sun was setting.
If I were a honey bee I would head straight to the wild artichokes along the road.
These may be my favorite colors. So gorgeous it makes me ache.
This is a piece of my current in-process painting. The Buck Eyes are getting ahead of me, already bloomed out, losing their flowers and their leaves turning yellow. The season is ahead of itself. Maybe not. Could everything be right on track, regardless of the news and the smoke so thick I cannot see the closest mountain to the north?23JUNE08LPC
1 comment:
Your photos and this painting are absolutely amazing!
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