On the drive home from a paint out in Rosebud, I was gifted a quiet moment I hadn’t expected. A mother moose and her calf stood together in the woods, framed by a canopy of fall leaves lit in gold and flame. They were still and unbothered, as though the season itself had gathered around them.
This painting holds that pause in time, the softness of presence, the bond between mother and calf, and the deep calm of autumn settling into the land. Beneath the glowing leaves, they stand grounded and watchful, at home in the turning year.
Under the Golden Canopy
On the drive home from a paint out in Rosebud, I was gifted a quiet moment I hadn’t expected. A mother moose and her calf stood together in the woods, framed by a canopy of fall leaves lit in gold and flame. They were still and unbothered, as though the season itself had gathered around them.
This painting holds that pause in time, the softness of presence, the bond between mother and calf, and the deep calm of autumn settling into the land. Beneath the glowing leaves, they stand grounded and watchful, at home in the turning year.