Pond Life and Farm

The pond calls to me each time I reach the farm insisting I sit beside her water to sketch, to write, to hang around, to gaze her hanging boughs of pine, to reminisce her shock of singing daffodils. Insisting that I stay, wrapping tight her arms around me, I paint her and her surroundings.

With the Pondbdd@patboyer2023-06-16T21:07:35+00:00

Tangled Woodsbdd@patboyer2023-09-13T23:28:58+00:00

Spring Hillsbdd@patboyer2023-09-13T23:28:31+00:00

Over the Rainbowbdd@patboyer2023-09-13T23:27:59+00:00

With the Woodsbdd@patboyer2023-09-13T23:27:23+00:00

Pond Daysbdd@patboyer2023-06-16T21:09:15+00:00

Tripping Woodbdd@patboyer2023-09-13T23:26:48+00:00

Nearness Pondbdd@patboyer2023-09-13T23:26:21+00:00

Arrivalbdd@patboyer2023-06-16T21:10:51+00:00