I took my mom to Laguna for her 81st birthday last week. We went to the Cottage for breakfast, then a walk through Heisler Park and a few galleries. Hard to believe it's still winter here when we have days like this. The water had so many shades of blue.
On my morning hike through the hills I come to this narrow path and it always stops me.
I
often stand there and study the light knowing I will paint it some day
soon. The morning mist lays low in the nearby mountains and the mix of
warm and cool colors is captivating.
I took Bob to the airport at the crack of dawn this morning. On the way back home, I had this amazing view of the moon at sunrise. This was over San Juan Capistrano, painted from memory. I painted this so Bob could see what he missed.
I walked the hills a few nights ago and came across a weathered remnant of my grandfather's fence that he put up in the 40's. A bird landed on the post just as I stopped to take a photo, what timing. The formation of the clouds were so wispy and rhythmic I thought heaven and nature truly does sing.
Just outside Hanalei, this gorgeous pasture
is nestled in the lush hills on the way to Na Pali Coast. It’s hard to capture the atmospheric beauty
the island humidity creates, but this was a joy to paint and relive this
cherished moment. Looks like just another
day in paradise for those grazers.
After taking Bob to the airport, I decided to
take a walk along the Back Bay in Newport Beach. The path is just off a busy street, but
quickly takes you down into the marsh and foliage away from the hustle bustle
and into nature’s peaceful embrace. What
stopped me here was the horizontal layers of color in the grasses with the
walking trails and waterways that lead the eye through the painting.