Sometimes the most unexpected scenes present themselves when we simply turn.
While painting bluebells in the Spring, I paused, turned 45°, and was immediately struck by this quietly enchanting view. The dandelion clocks shimmered like tiny lanterns against the lush greens, lit beautifully by the spring light. The play of shadow and brightness gave the scene such depth and energy—and then there was that gate, just waiting to be walked through. It felt like a secret invitation, a gentle reminder that magic often lies just to the side of where we’re looking.
Sometimes the most unexpected scenes present themselves when we simply turn.
While painting bluebells in the Spring, I paused, turned 45°, and was immediately struck by this quietly enchanting view. The dandelion clocks shimmered like tiny lanterns against the lush greens, lit beautifully by the spring light. The play of shadow and brightness gave the scene such depth and energy—and then there was that gate, just waiting to be walked through. It felt like a secret invitation, a gentle reminder that magic often lies just to the side of where we’re looking.
