some days
quite often, while walking thru the forest, you some places you stop, stand, and for no explicable reason the forest around you becomes alive and you can feel a connection to the entire universe
the magic was the openness above a paper thin ice sheet on what water was left on a pond reflecting the blue sky a
troutspawn road, more swamp than beaver pond, open to the heavens regardless
happenstance-of-reflections-seen-unseen-troutspawn-rd-beav-pond-30″ x 38″
watercolour painted directly on gessoed panel
