This is off hwy 1 on a bluff. An airport looms over this first horizon, to my right and out of view, an ocean, and in the valley below where I sit, is a large horse farm. The dry forage rustled a song for me while I sat for hours working on those hazy purple hills. Acrylic on watercolor paper, 18 x 24.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
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