A Place to Breathe
This is an unassuming stop in the middle of one of my favorite trail runs… in fact, it’s generous to call it a “stop” because it’s not really a place where there is a lookout, or a generous space on the the side of the trail that invites a pause. Its just a little creek that flows into a bigger creek, but every time I cross it it seems to beg to be looked at for a little longer than my jogging pace allows.
16 x 20”
Oil on gallery wrapped stretched linen canvas with 1.5” deep raw wood float frame
This is an unassuming stop in the middle of one of my favorite trail runs… in fact, it’s generous to call it a “stop” because it’s not really a place where there is a lookout, or a generous space on the the side of the trail that invites a pause. Its just a little creek that flows into a bigger creek, but every time I cross it it seems to beg to be looked at for a little longer than my jogging pace allows.
16 x 20”
Oil on gallery wrapped stretched linen canvas with 1.5” deep raw wood float frame
This is an unassuming stop in the middle of one of my favorite trail runs… in fact, it’s generous to call it a “stop” because it’s not really a place where there is a lookout, or a generous space on the the side of the trail that invites a pause. Its just a little creek that flows into a bigger creek, but every time I cross it it seems to beg to be looked at for a little longer than my jogging pace allows.
16 x 20”
Oil on gallery wrapped stretched linen canvas with 1.5” deep raw wood float frame