Pond, Lodges, Silent

Sometime back  the beavers had moved into a stream near railroad tracks and ultimately shaped a stunning environment, a pond reflecting the mountain ridge behind. I often passed by this and it resided in my thoughts for its character of industry and mystery.  The lodges, structures of branches, were engineered, the dam perfected in creating a wetland and I began pastels of this subject.  This place, now long gone, is still a subject to which I return for its pure beauty and solitary sense.