A glimmering little echo of the morning.
The winter arrived late but with serious intent. Mornings dream like with mist lifting from the waves and through the forest. The water revealed as the color of dawn warms the sky if not the air.
Three surf paintings together on my studio table. It is still full night and snowing in North Idaho. I stomped the powder off my boots at the studio door. It was a nice greeting, scenery from some other place.
I am pretty obsessed with light and atmosphere. This painting is inspired by countless mornings on the water. I say countless but I still have not spent nearly enough mornings like that. Sometimes it’s worth getting up.