I mentioned this somewhere else, but time fascinates me.
My fathers mother's mother painted several pictures of a river where she grew up (North fork of the Stillaguamish).
My dad always called the section of river we owned "the ranch" as it was the family homestead in the first part of the last century.
Anyway, the paintings hung in our house showed a bend in the river. One during the winter, one during the summer. And seeing two versions of the same scene has always fascinated me. It is in my dna you might say.
So, here are a couple of my swings at the concept.
Literally years in the making...