Curve of Creek

Today I am sketching in the tall grass, standing on a deer path along this creek.  This is a perspective I can't get during the growing season, as the brush is far too thick.  So, I'm taking advantage of this opportunity, and plan to paint all along here this winter.  The twists and turns in the creek offer countless painting compositions, and of I can just get a little snow, those paintings will be magical!  Painting number 2933 in 2933 days and day 20 in the #stradaeasel challenge. 

Creek Off Trail

This creek calls to me from afar.  The rough and natural grasses hold so much interest in the landscape against the smooth and icy creek.  It's a sunny day in the 40s, and I expected this creek to be melted, showing that dark water of winter.  It's peaceful here this afternoon, just what I needed to unwind from a very busy day.  Now, I can return to the world refreshed.  Painting number 2932 in 2932 days, and day 19 of the most recent #stradaeasel challenge, which I keep forgetting to mention in this blog. 

Rural Creek

I love sketching along this creek in winter, the dark water calling to me as I run the trail.  Already there is a tint of green emerging, life is stirring beneath the surface on these short January days.  Just to the left of these grasses is the lake, where a mallard pair are fishing.  Perhaps later this week I'll get a chance to paint them, too.  Warm days are coming and the grass is greening up like spring is around the corner.  Painting number 2923 in 2923 days and Day 10 of the #stradaeasel challenge.  I've been posting that on Facebook, but have forgotten to do so here.  I love connecting with challenges that offer brand new easels for a few at the end.  Just the possibility is inspiring! 

Wooded Path

 The warmth of this morning has flown, and blustery winds have moved in.  Even on the cold days, I get outside to walk with my trusty companion with ink and paper in my deep pockets. The sunset is singing as my pen sketches the trail before me.  In this peaceful place walked by my ancestors, I can almost feel them by my side. I am so at one with this place.  Life is made of the little things, each one matters. I now head back to start dinner and check in with the family.  Christmas is almost here. Painting number 2909 in 2909 days.