A chilly spring day. The ice had just gone. Every now and then the wind would come across the bog. The effect was of an industrial scale air conditioner set on arctic, which was perhaps appropriate for this northern boreal landscape. To say its been around for a while is an understatement although compared to our puny life span, much of everything natural is (unless we’ve had a chance to mess it up which we are hell bent doing). According to the NCC, its roughly 7,700 years old and unique this far south.
Looking east I was struck by and tried to capture the expansiveness, calm and freshness ready for a new growing season. The wind picked up bringing an end to the quiet reverie and signalling its time to move on. Have to respect nature.
Acrylic on 16×48 gallery wrap canvas – $850
ISTVAN JOBST FINE ART 