Streamside Tryptich I (Summer)The sound of a rushing stream can be heard from my window in the study as the waters rise from all these incredible thunderstorms. It seemed the right time to share this streamside tryptich from last summer. This swimming hole is in such an inaccessible spot, down a treacherous dirt road, that I don't think I'd try to get there in this weather. The road becomes a slippery mud slide along a mountainside. When you are lucky enough to get there, the only sounds are water rushing, birdsong, and the breeze in the leaves overhead. I spent the whole day there doing studies for this painting.
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