Morning light shining through the fall leaves, hard not to love such a delight. I was greeted with fresh snow this morning, winter is eager.
I have been painting some of the local colors I see on my early morning hikes. Now it seems that winter has snuck in. This morning I will see if the trail is treacherous. No doubt there will be some winter imagery in the future.
My ongoing collection of small forest paintings. I am not taking the mornings for granted.
Eye makes a special appearance. I was excited to paint trees catching the morning light. I am hiking early every morning, it is an inspiration.
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.