by Kirsten Lee | Oct 16, 2020 | Art Life, Plein Air
Invisible insects sing soprano as I saunter past, their sudden silence a moving bubble of quiet surrounded by a sea of sound. I choose a spot by the stream with lovely benches and even pop-up tables. The sun plays hide and seek with the clouds in the landscape. I hear...
by Kirsten Lee | May 21, 2017 | Uncategorized
These loyal locals grace us each spring since they were painted- oops, I mean planted- by my great grandfather….