Morning Palm
This freshly trimmed palm growing just over our fence greets me every morning, I thought I’d r...
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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