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In June I returned to the pond at Dos Picos to paint.

This view of the pond was one of my first plein air paintings twenty years ago.

Every visit is new.

There is something wonderful about a pond. A pond is its own little world. On the surface it seems constant, year to year each day and season reveals subtle change. The rushes emerge and retreat, invisible bullfrogs splash. Birdsong changes with the season and new residents; raptors hunt; the peaks watch silently. The pond enchants me with its ways.