As I was completing this piece, considering a title, the composition reminded me of childhood memory when a section of barge washed ashore in Buzzard’s Bay, coming to rest on the beach behind our house. It had been swept up above high tide line, and stayed there for years, until another storm eventually took it back. “Grounded” 48 x 36 o/c
In the local meadows and fields around our town, there’s a period of a five or six days when the buds of maple and oak trees catch the late day sun and give them an almost autumn feel. “Spring Budding” 30 x 40 o/c
