We are having a few beautifully clear winter mornings in the Willamette Valley this year. This is Skyline Trail (under Sprague High School) one such February morning.
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This painting is from a walk my husband and I took mid December in the fields above Joryville Park (just south of Salem, Oregon). The shadows were so delicious that I just had to paint them.
I took the reference photo I used for this painting on the Llangollen Canal, from our narrowboat rental. But it could be still water and trees, just about anywhere.
This painting has sold, but you can purchase a fine art reproduction here.
A little bit like alcohol ink, but more controllable. This painting is watercolor on Yupo, which is a little like painting on glass.
Driving out of Segovia’s old town ends with a spectacular view of the aqueduct. Driving out on a rainy night, is like driving into an impressionist painting of the aquaduct.
During our trip to Spain, I fell in love with the mudejar horseshoe arches. This particular arch is in the Palacio de la Condesa de Lebrija in Seville. The Palace is an architectural hodgepodge, with mudejar and Renaissance elements and ancient Roman mosaic floors.
This painting has sold, but you may still purchase a fine art print.
No these falls aren’t actually named the Aqua Falls. I don’t know their name. I think of them as the aqua falls, because the water is the most beautiful aqua color there. There being the first falls on the Opal Creek Trail, east of Salem, Oregon. If you hike the trail you’ll find them just as you reach the abandoned mill machinery. You have to scramble a little off trail down some rocks to reach this view of them. The good news is you’ll probably have them to yourself.
This painting has sold, but you may still purchase a fine art print.
This is old town Caceres.
This painting has sold, but you can still purchase a fine art print.
This is Westminster Abbey as seen through the wrought iron work of the cloister. It is the view visitors now see just before they exit the abbey complex. But for hundreds of years it was the view seen by the monks on their way to services.
This painting has sold but you may still purchase a fine art print.
Despite the lack of canals and only a single bicycle, this is Amsterdam on a summer evening. But it could be anyone of a number of European street scenes.
The title is a bit of a pun. I painted the picture from a series of snapshots, and girls in the foreground are sharing a snapshot. I hope the atmospheric nature of the painting has little to do with snapshots.
I love city light. The shafts of light created by openings in the tall buildings, the reflectivity of building and pavement, and the flat surfaces for shadows all lead to one thing—drama.
This particular drama is the long shadows and the warm glow of a Chicago winter morning. The crowd is up early and waiting for The Art Institute of Chicago to open up. The crowd and bus hide one lion, but the other can be seen peeking out from behind the traffic light.
Rather more abstract than I usually go, but I like it. This is a Florence bicycle tour group as seen from the Palazzo Vecchio, Florence, Italy.
This is one of the twin clock tower spires of Saint Paul’s Cathedral in London. I love Saint Paul’s Cathedral though it is nothing like the Gothic Cathedrals I fell in love with on my first trip the England. Unlike England’s early cathedrals, Saint Paul’s was designed by a single man, Sir Christopher Wren and built over just thirty years. The result is a clean coherent building rather unlike the the quirky cathedrals I first admired.
Wren designed and saw built numerous churches in the vicinity to compliment and be complimented by the cathedral. But in the London Blitz practically the entire neighborhood was bombed and burned to the ground. The cathedral is now surrounded by modern offices. The Millennium Bridge now leads directly to it providing a very modern show case for Wren’s jewel.
In our month long odyssey to Europe last year we had only one really long travel day, but it was a dozy. We left London in morning to take the train to Paris. We boarded the train without a hitch and ate lunch as we emerged from the channel tunnel in France. We walked the streets and had dinner in Paris. Then we boarded the night train Milan.
I’ve heard mixed reviews of the night train, but it did well for us. Our cabin mate was a gorgeous young Frenchmen who man managed to be both chivalrous and bashful at the same time. The cabin was spacious and the bunks comfortable. We agreed to an early bedtime and all fell asleep easily. Which is surprising because the trip was tinged with worry because Italy was scheduled for a railway strike, and we intended to go on from Milan to Rome.
So it was with some relief that we arrived in Milan in the wee hours to discover our connection to Rome was still on the board. Relief and time to enjoy the beauty of the modern railway station with the morning sun lighting up the tracks’ exit to the greater world.