Spring Comes to the High Plains

I have to admit, I am on a winter kick.  Cold, chill.  And loneliness.  I don’t tend to paint or photograph people or civilization, but as far as painting goes, I need to get into painting them.  I’m doing okay with moving inland water.  But buildings, people, and oceans leave me baffled for now.

So, the open spaces of the flatlands between mountain ranges.  Harsh weather, blasted heaths, winter and wild weather. The hint of spring.

2 thoughts on “Spring Comes to the High Plains”

  1. Thanks, Sharon. It didn’t turn out quite how I envisioned – but that is the way of watercolor! Glad you liked it.

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