I've been painting out at Deep Creek these past few days. It's like working in a Cathedral. I watched a salmon struggle past. It took him a couple of hours to work his way past me. He was a thing of wonder, a bit of God. A blue heron rounded the curve of the creek, and turned away in mid-air at the sight of me. I didn't blame him. A little garter snake wound his way through the water, worthy of an Andrew Goldsworthy portrait.
Every day I feel the rain getting closer, and I'm howling!
not yet!
not yet!
just one more day, I'm begging here.