Fishing seems an inevitable part of a boy’s life if he spends anytime outdoors. While camping, before the breakfast links and hashbrowns had settled one morning, my son wanted to get to the creek to fish. I remember feeling the dew on the grass and watching him confidently finding his spot. More than anything I was glad to be spending time with him. In private collection. Acrylic on pressed paper board, 10 by 8 inches.
The morning colors on this tree stopped me on my way to work one cold January day. The sun was just warming the top of the tree and I quickly checked the road for other cars so I could spend time looking at the scene. I couldn’t help but stare and it brought a smile to my face. What have you seen recently that has caused you to pause? In private collection. Acrylic on pressed paper board, 8 by 10 inches.
A small acrylic painting of an old fisherman. I met Terry in Port Protection, Alaska. He is a kind man and can tell a million stories. Acrylic on pressed paper board, 10 by 8 inches.