Wednesday, April 11, 2012


 I live near Fresh Pond, a wildlife refuge disguised as a reservoir, a hidden green-blue gem at the border of two towns. We can just see it from our house, past the houses and beyond the main road to the suburbs.
This piece was an attempt to explore reflection of trees at the edge of the water. We think we know what that looks like, but it changes minutely with the seasons, the light, the wind, the time of day.

Laraine Armenti's post  today reminds me that more than one approach, more than one piece, is the path into an idea. Time to work.

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