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Bright, reflective waters meander through the crisp spring landscape, catching the pale sun and scattering it into quick, dancing glints. Along the creek’s shoreline, newly budding trees stand in hopeful rows, their tender green tips unfurling against the chill. The dead grasses—pale, brittle remnants of winter—create a stark contrast to the fresh life rising at the water’s edge, their ochres and grays a muted frame for the vibrant emergence of spring.
The creek moves with a gentle, purposeful hush, carving a silver ribbon through the field. Tiny ripples carry seedlings of light and shadow downstream, while the air holds that sharp, clean scent of thaw and rain. Birdsong threads through the scene—bright, insistent notes that punctuate the quiet and call attention to the small, new things: catkins trembling on branches, the first glossy leaves, the black-brown mud softening into promise.
Every element plays its part in the season’s slow chorus. The dead grasses arch and rustle, their textures a reminder of cycles and memory, while the budding trees lean toward the water, drawing both moisture and momentum from its flow. Together, they sketch a landscape of contrast and continuity—where endings soften into beginnings and the creek reflects it all with crystalline clarity.
15 5/8” X 15 5/8”
Bright, reflective waters meander through the crisp spring landscape, catching the pale sun and scattering it into quick, dancing glints. Along the creek’s shoreline, newly budding trees stand in hopeful rows, their tender green tips unfurling against the chill. The dead grasses—pale, brittle remnants of winter—create a stark contrast to the fresh life rising at the water’s edge, their ochres and grays a muted frame for the vibrant emergence of spring.
The creek moves with a gentle, purposeful hush, carving a silver ribbon through the field. Tiny ripples carry seedlings of light and shadow downstream, while the air holds that sharp, clean scent of thaw and rain. Birdsong threads through the scene—bright, insistent notes that punctuate the quiet and call attention to the small, new things: catkins trembling on branches, the first glossy leaves, the black-brown mud softening into promise.
Every element plays its part in the season’s slow chorus. The dead grasses arch and rustle, their textures a reminder of cycles and memory, while the budding trees lean toward the water, drawing both moisture and momentum from its flow. Together, they sketch a landscape of contrast and continuity—where endings soften into beginnings and the creek reflects it all with crystalline clarity.
15 5/8” X 15 5/8”