Just another thought of the changes of grasslands.

Prairies are very much like islands. You see nothing but sky around you yet you are standing on dry land.

It is always nice to think of places calm and warm. A quick memory of such places turned to paint.

Two pictures today. The first is my tribute to Darwin's birthday and according to a peer his embarrasment over fossils. The second is a bit of quick color sketching the hope of spring as snow melts in western PA.

Minimal paintings are like exercise. I do them to keep the paint fresh and my mind and hands communicating.

Sometimes it is good just to try and see the world in new ways. A color speaks to a day or to a landscape and changes it.