A Butterfly Moment

Mourning Cloak on Felled Birch “The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.” ~Rabindranath Tagore I looked through my records, and it doesn’t appear that I have ever posted this painting so I thought I would this morning. Some years ago we had a remarkably warm December and I went out to

Visitor at the Garden Gate

Visitor at the Garden Gate I was so charmed by this little guy when he came and perched right outside my window that I had to grab a pen and sketch him for a painting. A bird in a garden perfectly captures for me what we humans can achieve, if we reach for it. A

Blue Camassia in the Garden

Blue Camassia There is a sort of dreamy quality that emerged when I was working on this painting that I quite like. I’ve been wanting to infuse my work with excitement and, for me, this is what that looks like. When I started my garden I was under the impression that both of these plants

Butterflies in the Studio

Bark Basking Butterfly   It will be a few weeks before the earliest of our butterflies here will be flying, so here is a little preview of summer. This is a second version of the red-spotted purple I painted last summer. I hope this summer I can capture an image of this beauty’s underwing, with

Volo Vista repost

With apologies to all who already saw this, I am reposting this post because it didn’t appear for everyone. As you approach the Volo Bog, you first come to a rise and get this view, looking out over the low area that holds the bog, and the low ridges beyond. I’m going to guess the

Volo Vista

As you approach the Volo Bog, you first come to a rise and get this view, looking out over the low area that holds the bog, and the low ridges beyond. I’m going to guess the ridges are moraines left by the last glacier, giving our area a bit of a corduroy look. These are