Wrangler in the Woods (Fall)
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Wrangler and I were passing through the Blue Ridge Mountains to meet a group in Tennessee. On the way we paused to stretch our legs and fill our lungs. My Blue Heeler, I am sure, felt at home in this wide open field. Watercolor • 2016
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Wrangler, my Blue Heeler, took walks with me for ten years in a water feature nearby. Some photographer friends took the photo which inspired this painting, friends together and always. It is included in my album Wrangler My Spiritual Director Dog. Watercolor • 2014
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Charlotte doesn’t get much snow – but one Sunday morning in January we woke to see our street blanketed! My Canadian soul woke up very alertly – as did my senses. I found my boots, threw on a heavy jacket, and my dog Wrangler and I stomped the snow like two little kids. Pastel •
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While touring with friends through the lovely Cotswold hills of England, we decided to climb through a field up to the famous Broadway Tower, which commands a view for miles around. At the top we were greeted by this trio of startled sheep. The look on their faces showed a mixture of surprise and puzzlement.
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These two paintings – one in charcoal, the other in pastel – were a gift to our son Kevin and his bride Caroline when they married. They also represent a prayer of thanks for the love that brought them together, and the grace that will keep that love burning. Charcoal. Mid 90s. Pastel. 2001. Pastel
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These two paintings – one in charcoal, the other in pastel – were a gift to our son Kevin and his bride Caroline when they married. They also represent a prayer of thanks for the love that brought them together, and the grace that will keep that love burning. Charcoal • Mid 90s
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There was no hurricane on Hurricane Ridge as I stood there on an early August morning, high in Washington’s Olympic mountain range, looking at one of the most dazzling stretches of landscape I had ever seen. From where I stood it looked as if morning had broken over the whole world in one shining moment.
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