Every once in awhile I force myself to paint some flowers. I always find it daunting when faced with a subject that is already inherently beautiful–I mean, what can I really add? Give me some old dead weeds near a mucky corn field any day!
This is one that I’ve been thinking of doing for probably about 3 years. Just one of those photos I kept passing over. I remember the colors were amazing that day–the sky reflecting in a pool of melted snow, the golds and browns of the dry wheat field. Just lovely.