Journal: First Bouquet

Here are the first flowers up in my dooryard garden--when I return from Paris in two weeks, they will be joined by tulips, forsythia, and the first baby bleeding hearts.
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Journal: Vernal Pond

A vernal pond comes every spring for a few weeks, only to disappear as the warm weather of summer arrives--and taking away with it a nightly chorus of peepers, family of visiting ducks, and black lab Roscoe's favorite spot for a quick dip in cool water.
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From the Hill, Summer #7

The last of the nine little paintings begun this summer outdoors. As I finish the series here in the studio, I can see this hill out my window covered in a deep white blanket of snow, waiting to wake up to color and new life.

From the Hill, Summer #2

An odd effect of color remembered from last August, with a bright orange glow coming through the dark leaves and branches like light through stained glass.

From the Hill, Summer #4

The highest point on our land and, summer or winter, my favorite spot.

From the Hill, Summer #3

There is more snow than ever outside my studio window. Inside I'm back to work on the multi-panel series I began last August in our back fields, and I'm enjoying the memory of standing at my easel in the warm sun, trying to keep up with the shifting light and shadows.

From the Hill, Summer #1

1Even though the temperature here definitely feels like the hottest day of August, I can see the color of my fields already shifting away from summer green towards the warmer tones of early autumn.

From the Hill, Summer #9

Looking at the same land day after day is a lesson in how much a landscape is altered by what's happening in the sky--in this case, a cloud cover that flattens color and shape.

From the Hill, Summer #8

This panel was painted in the meadow under the hill--a glacial ridge that gives this land character, and sense of having many varied, private places to explore.

From the Hill, Summer #5

What a pleasure it is to just stand still and look, trying to understand the familiar.

From the Hill, Summer #6

I'm back to painting in Vermont today, and ready to welcome the workshop group who is joining me for the next week to explore my home landscape.

Motel on 302 (study)

Starting a new painting requires "confident groping", or maybe it's "tentative decisiveness". That's the acceptance that there'll be moments of abject uncertainty about both the image conceived, and the ability to develop that image to a successful completion, while at the same time believing absolutely in an idea that exists only in mind's eye.

Asparagus on Blue Willow

A blue rubber band, rather than the Impressionist's straw twists around asparagus stalks.

Early Spring Bouquet

There's been an explosion of daffodils and grape hyacinths in our dooryard this week--so many blooms that I've been picking bunches and bringing them into the kitchen, dining room and studio without my usual guilt about deflowering the garden.

Tea and Indian Mango

All fruit is beautiful, but mangoes have special color, the outside a blending of violet red to chartreuse, inside a clean butter yellow, with a little bit of marigold mixed in.