This stand of white birches and poplars has become an annual painting pilgrimage for me. Late in the summer, the colors of the blowing leaves and grasses are comfort food for my soul.
Dispatches from the Creative Front
This stand of white birches and poplars has become an annual painting pilgrimage for me. Late in the summer, the colors of the blowing leaves and grasses are comfort food for my soul.
Picking My Battles 