"Piru Creek" ©

In the late spring I have seen men fly fishing in this section of the Piru Creek. While painting I have watched them, standing in the water for hours, casting out, reeling in. I wonder if their minds wander away from the task at hand to how beautiful the sunlight looks tap dancing across the water. Or how the hawk calling from above cuts through the wind tweaking with dangling leaves and the creek waters wrapping around half submersed stones.

Oil on panel, 5" X 7"