Farm machinery is tricky. I thought I’d emulate Frank who always seems to pick the unusual to paint.
This is the one I did first – looking out to the Juan de Fuca Strait. What a beautiful view from this piece of paradise!
I’m happiest with this portrait, as I was able to fuss less and enjoy more! Each time I paint I learn something.
The sea seemed to melt into the land today – the choppy waves reflected the colours of the grasses and rock, as bits of wood bobbed about on the surface.
The world was pink this day. While my artist’s eye sees the pink as somewhat unusual and unique, the knowing part of me thinks about the forest fires that are increasing with climate change. Yes, I can see the beauty – and I must also be mindful of my impact on the world.
I sought refuge next to the rocks near Rainbow Park – it was a very windy day!
It was a beautiful May day when the Al Frescoes visited Island View Beach. These three kayakers glid by as I was painting.
The rhododendrons were at their peak with just a few starting to fall. As I sat and painted people walked through Finnerty Gardens and trod upon the fallen blossoms. This is what it means to be a painter – one tries to capture a moment of beauty!