Hudson River Valley - Olana
Occasionally I have left the intimacy of of hill country for wider spaces and far off horizons. So I was working at Olana over several days in March, after a great winter storm. It was bitter at first and hands could hardly hold a brush. But after a single day’s exposure to such intense light the whole valley was trickling away its hold on the snow. The scent of cool earth was in the air and I had spring fever. Then came that familiar and sweet moment, at dusk with sparkling lights coming on, up and down the river, and with a final retracting click of the easel. Turning to go, I found I was leaving little behind.
