The Fraser River winds through warm spring grasses, its surface broken by soft ripples that catch the light. The colors shift gently between gold and blue, where the late sun touches the water and the willows begin to fade. There’s a calm that hangs in the air here, a kind of still movement that only a river can hold.
This painting captures one of those quiet afternoons when the day feels unhurried, when the sound of the water and the warmth of the grass remind you that time in the valley moves differently than it does elsewhere.
