Okanagan Lake Provincial Park 2007

We arrived by motorboat and walked up the lakeshore towards Okanagan Park above. It hadn't been raining there for many weeks and the park was very dry. In this impressionistic oil painting, I left those pretty late summer wildflowers and the landscape looking rough and spontaneous like expressionism. The colors of the flowers were mostly yellow, but there were many in pale white, creamy-beige's and pinks. Everything looked so dusty that day and even those wildflowers and grasses were soft and pastel like. I painted this one at the end when we were back down by the boat and many more in that style up in the parkland. I find this composition interesting with the horizon line skewed and I love the way it will draw the viewer to the top.

Our Winters Seas 2013

The land far beyond where the ocean will meet,
Pacific storms of our winters will see,
From Tofino we travelled,
Those are the familiar roads that we know,
Hold onto that sanctuary at Grice Bay,
Of another small wet painting in oil of that very day,
Now, especially is this oil of the Pacific,
An ocean with its waters grayish-green,
And with such fairer days seen,
It is the skies which would not hold still,
Yet clouds shift-changing high-up in that vague blue serene,
All the children once so young but grown,
As this land's alive and all about much known,
But it's the memories of our winters seas we own.