Floodline

A gray day, and piles of dead wood pushed by high waters against winter's trees.

Vine and Bramble (detail)

While I've been going through some things at my mother's house, I've come across reams of my drawings from art school days. Here's a painting of seed pods brought in from a field I've now forgotten, years ago, in another autumn.

Sunday Sketchbook: Road Trip

I'm on my way to Washington, DC to deliver the NRECA commission--and hopefully have some time to explore museums. It's a beautiful cool, sunny day, perfect for a drive down Route 2, through the Mad River Valley, and due south.