I walked to the creek that runs through our property and just stood by the shore to watch the water rush by. There is always a limb that gets swamped on higher ground or caught in a grouping of boulders and the creek coaxes it free. The rushing water mesmerizes me as it appears to be the same but of course it is constantly different. It has been cold, beautiful and "A Painting Day".
"Swamped" 8x8x1/5 inches, oil on panel