Sometimes it’s the little things, the unexpected view of the commonplace that calls to me.

Down low among the grass, eye level with the marsh hens and just a breath above the water, the world becomes smaller.

Intimate. Familiar. Ceremonious. All encompassing.

I hear nothing but the sound of the water as it swirls and pulls at the mud and the grass, cajoling it and calling it back out to sea… a mesmerizing siren’s song sung by the tide.

So ordinary but most extraordinary.

“unexpected perspective” 12″ x 24″ oil on panel