finding new magic in a beaver pond we haven’t wandered back to in at least a decade

Sunlight wrapped beaver pond /  brunel rd.   /  30″  x  40″  /  watercolour  acrylic painted directly on gessoed panel / available 2800.

i find some days some visits to the many beaver ponds Wendy and i have had the fortune to lose days in, (either thru stumble upon or track down scanning thru the map close up provided by google earth) come autumn,  the air fractures into a million colours; other visits on weathering days to the same ponds reveal an existential angst which allows me to reach up fingertips stretching far far into the universe not that i know what it, that kind of emptiness,  all means.