Friday, February 20, 2009

Brandywine Falls

Falls near Peninsula, Ohio. Painted looking down from the boardwalk. There was barely enough room for people to squeeze past my easel. I had some fear that my brushes would fall through the cracks and lost in the canyon below. All the challenges faded as my senses were filled with the colors of shadows and sunlight on the moving water and the ages old rocks washed by the elements.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Red Iron Bridge

They were still working on the bridge last summer after a flood washed out the underpinnings. My friend Jim went painting with me. We liked the way the sun shone on the sycamore and the red iron. The problem was construction underneath was not so pretty. This is how I worked out my composition, no water under this bridge, but sun dappled sycamore tree in front and deep shadow areas behind.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Kirk Valley

West of our home, just past the orchard is a small copse. Very likely it was left to grow because the small valley and stream was difficult to cultivate. The copse was to the left of me while I painted one warmer day last winter.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Salem Reservoir

I set up my easel on a small side road this beautiful summer day. A roan horse grazed in the pasture to the right of me. How could life be any better than this?

Friday, December 19, 2008

Still Winter

This was painted en plein air March 15th during an OPAS paintout. The scene was wonderful, but my feet were as icy cold as that snow. It was all worth persevering

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Garden on the Farm

This is the painting I was working on one hot day in July. My sister took the photo of me painting the scene. It is not far from my home. Painted on a Mennonite farm, there is a barn off to my left and a small store in the basement of their home behind me. This painting has been accepted into the juried Butler show coming up in January.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Bell Valley

I painted this from the other side of the railroad tracks, with the main road behind me. A train passed between once. Many cars drove by. Once long ago an old Friends Meeting house stood on the hill behind me. There is still one gravestone with Bell engraved on it.