The forest at dawn is not a silent place - the chirping of birds, a river rushing over rocks and rapids, a breeze rustles the branches of the redbud, streaking pink across the morning sky.
This painting is a celebration of the quiet joys of nature, the fresh morning air, and the possibility of anew dawn.
5x7
oil on panel
Listed without frame; framing available as an additional service. Please contact me for framing details.