"After the Storm" was in my head on an afternoon soaked with heavy rains and cloudy skies. It was trying to clear, but at that moment, all the foliage was rich with intense color. It was as if each leaf and sprig was limp and downtrodden, not unlike a day in the life of the artist. Hours later, vitality resounds with flowers that pick up their heads, and leaves that quiver gently in the wind, trying to shake off the droplets.

As the sun makes its way out, the terrain is color saturated. Now.......I paint.