Camp Sherman

I painted this before, I’ll paint it again I have spent many hours sitting beside the Metolius river Painting, thinking, and playing my Flute.

Now -especially- in quarantine its even more precious to be able to leave my earthly bounds and for my Spirit to be back there. I can smell the Pines and Junipers, I can feel the Sun on my face and feel the soft high desert breeze. I hear the water endlessly gently giggling and it makes me happy.

I’m so so grateful

Won’t you please join me...