Mirror Lake
I am far too technical most times, everything must be planned and there has to be an end goal. Reten...
First Bike
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching them teeter left and right on the training wheels until the day comes they declare they are a Big Kid now and demand you get out the wrenches and remove them.
I like First Bike because it was one of my first experiments with salt as a texturing device in wet watercolor, and the way it captures this shady spot on a hot summer afternoon.
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