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Spring Creek Rush 9x12 oil

In the winters, I live in a quiet hinterland between Sedona and Cottonwood, Arizona.  It’s in a lush riparian area at the confluence of Oak and Spring Creeks.  There’s not a morning I take a walk and don’t see herons, mergansers, phoebes, great horned owls and the occasional bald eagle.  Oak Creek, never bridled by the hand of man, can run wild when the snows melt in Flagstaff.  Spring Creek, on the other hand, though it has its tumultuous moments, is generally quieter.  I love to stand on its banks and paint the morning shadows as they crawl across the rocks.  This painting depicts one such quiet moment.  You can see a larger image and purchase the painting here.

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