On my easel is a giant canvas where a forest is finally coming together, but I`ve been taking some breaks to do small things. This is from a new walk I`m enjoying. It`s a former quarry, now a vertical park clinging to the side of a mountain. Much of the steel used to build early Portland, came from the iron mined here.
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Nice and dreamy with the drips of the rocks. Must have been raining, again.
Vividly realized, with great perspective.
Interesting to know the use of the iron ore.
Gorgeous. Just gorgeous.
Those calligraphic trees are fabulous!
Love, love, love...
This composition is so vital. Something about the compression of the top third and those chaotic black limbs against the yellow . . .
Oh, we can hear the thunder sound of the deep digged earth!
Just beautiful......I don´t find the words........
Look! The light of the world is in that rugged hole.
That is really beautiful. glad I found your blog.
I am happy to learn that you have found a quarry to dig.
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