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Thursday, March 13, 2014


In anticipation...8 1/2 by 7 1/2 watercolor, handmade Indian paper
Equinox nears, and spring will be here officially, and with it the probable return of the skyscrapers of the Great Plains, cumulus clouds rising thousands of feet in the humid air, bringing rain, and an infinity of ever-changing shapes, colors and light. 
I'm fascinated by the skies out here, and in the west, where mountains are their roots. It's good to enter the seasons of the clouds.
Today's painting, in anticipation....
              “God is a cloud from which rain fell.”
                    ― Dejan Stojanovic,
The Sun Watches the Sun

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