Sierra Impressions (2009)
Spring had just reached the shores of South Lake. Its warm hand was touching the willows and aspen. The budding leaves were so new they hadn’t yet donned their summer green. Rather, they gave us a fleeting preview of the colors they would wear when the frosts of fall returned. The foliage was still wet from the previous evening’s thunder storm. The sun, still low in the sky, spread its warming light across the scene. I wandered by, camera and tripod on my shoulder and, casting a sideways glance, was stopped in my tracks. “Impressionistic painting,” I said out loud. And I could not pass it by.