Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Morning Cloud

 At dawn in Keene Valley I grab a coffee and walk to a small pond where they used to harvest ice in the old days. It's right across from the local school. This particular morning a cloud hovered over the pond and dissipated as the sun rose and  revealed the mountains behind. I chose to focus on the cloud before it disappeared because it seemd such an ethereal presence. 11x17in pastel

Crooked Tree, Johns Brook

 Johns Brook is a boulder strewn, fast running river in the High Peaks of the Adirondacks. This tree is a survivor, twisting its own path to the sun. 11x14in pastel.