In the Green Forest

Gallery Storefront

Finally painted a little larger and on watercolor paper rather than in my sketchbook, which allowed me to work wet on wet. Boy, does that make a difference. This was a lot of fun!

Spring on Meadow Road

This house reminds me of the one my parents used to point to as we drove along the highway to the coast as being the house where our little family began, way back in the day. It isn't that house, as this one is in Maine, but it evokes the same feeling, set back from the road with a mad jumble of colorful flowers surrounding it. It looks like a happy house to me, one in which a family could put down strong roots.

Diamond Lake

Dad and I spent several days at Diamond Lake Lodge last week, attending the annual conference of the Northwest Outdoor Writers Association. Dad and three others founded the group 43 years ago, and it has grown its membership to over 200 writers, so of course he was an honored guest. One morning while Dad attended a meeting, I sat at the window in the dining room of the lodge with a small pot of tea, my sketchbook, fountain pen, and a limited palette of watercolors and worked on this little sketch. It had snowed earlier that morning and was still very cloudy. The scene was at such a distance I couldn't see whether the fisherman was standing in a boat or on a dock but I didn't care. I will probably make this into a greeting card for Dad for Fathers Day as a reminder of the special time we shared at the lake.