I did this painting last August, just hadn't gotten around to scanning and posting it. I was camping on the south McKenzie for a long enough stint that I could spend a few hours doing a real plein aire painting. I had been pondering for a while that one's programmed instinct is to depict water as blue--but the river up there isn't blue at all.
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He sings to the brook as though it were his dearest friend and cruelest fate, all at once. When I look at your painting, I see a brook with all of those possibilities!
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