Cogitating Trees. Oil on cotton, 8 by 10 inches.
I rode my foldable bike over to Anson B. Nixon Park to explore more of the park. It is a lovely park, a jewel of Kennett Square. It was the last day of summer and I noticed hints of changes in the leaves. They were turning orange. Where the orange leaves landed on the bluish-green grass in the shade, the leaves seemed to glow but ever so subtly. Delightful. I think the colours for this fall will be quite vibrant…
There Are Lots of Interesting Subjects Just Outside My Door Steps
Art don't have to be grand to be noticed and loved
At the end of the day, no one gets a prize for how complexly something was made
two sparrows
denial
the process of “catching up” was no longer valid
I had a dream that I was looking up to the night sky
nothing is stationary
The decrepit red barn. oil on linen on panel, 6 x 8 inches