Description

This is the view from my kitchen window. The cloud in the valley does something very special here: an interplay of geology and meteorology and the cloud rises and swirls and comes and goes and with it, the hills and the trees come into view and disappear again in shades and tones, lighter and darker, never the same. I love the myriad of trees. I would love to know how many there are. The white lines are power lines, tiny against the big hills. Our power less than theirs maybe?

Room setting view shows the painting in the size of original artwork