In the morning, the sun rises up and the shadows and light play a game on the curves of the mountains.
If I’m there early enough, I can capture the moment with the light is just beginning to touch the tops of the trees on the shadow side.
How dark is the shadow? How blue is the sky? How green is the oak? How to express the undulating curves of land?
All the questions that bring me back again to painting this view, the mountains I see standing with my back to Nepenthe, the Pacific Ocean below, the highway meandering below, and south.
East from Nepenthe, Morning - before the winter rains have greened up the hills.
Trees once burned by fires have now filled out again. Seeing that fills my eyes with tears. What seemed lost is found.
Now at The River Gallery at Chattanooga Tennessee.
California Hills, Morning, oil.