Sumac, Wild Grasses – Roadside

Acrylic, 22×28 on gallery wrap canvas – $680

In painting and photography, joy for me is landscape viewed broadly or really close up. I am that odd creature crouched down close to the dirt or standing arms stretched overhead, holding camera or iPhone aimed at nothing.  To the occupants in the cars whizzing by I am odd or just irrelevant, if noticed at all. Even on the backroads people are in a hurry, taking a short cut or urgently needing to be somewhere other than here. I cringe, about to be showered by the dust off the gravel road.

I am fortunate to have the time and the means to be nowhere in particular, doing nothing in particular. It has been a great outing as I head home with a haul of pics to see if I captured anything worthwhile. Either way the time spent is worthwhile and the experience relived back in the studio.

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