Giclee

The only sound on this freezing winter night is the single song of the brook still moving merrily along.

Tired, old and worn land rests a few weeks longer under the blaniet given to her for the winter.

Smell the alfalfa, hear the wind in the trees, feel the heat of the day, pause and enjoy summer.

Billowing Clouds, still water , rocks and towering trees all stretch out to meet the light of morning.

The path will guide you.  Just follow and she help you wind your way through the forest to the Lake

There they are, far out beyond the wind-worn rocks and shoreline studded with tall proud trees..two little sail boats playing in the wind.

Almost invisible they stand in the shadow enjoying the afternoon breeze and cool of the forest.

They walk against this Grand majesty with ease and familiarity

Dancing for no one to see they joyously celebrate the sun and the day.

He is perfectly comfortable. He and his girls are in a familiar place and all is well

The canyon holds the shadows, the ridges cascade with light, the antelope bask in their beautiful home.

A trio of dignity and strength stands tall against the backdrop of golden light

The perfect cast into the perfect water….excited expectation.

The sweet heat of the Fall afternoon brings them from their shaded cover to the fresh cold water of the Truckee River

Towering, massive and strong enough to send the river another way.