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.
wild watercolors, imaginative art, landscape painting, fine art