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Framing is now closed & will be available again from Jan 13th. Unframed art prints are available & will be shipped on the 30th, 31st Dec and from Jan 6th onwards.
Not much sleep was had sausaged between two kids that flung their arms into my head all night long and with a full moon lighting up the tent, but I emerged well rested and to a most spectacular and still morning. A few of us wandered around exploring the plateau while others stayed cocooned inside while the first fingers of sun ate up the shadows. The tarns were big bowls of blue from above and liquid gold reflections from below. Once the sun was up the kids had endless fun throwing rocks into the tarns and doing more snow-grass sliding. Following that we had a cracking start at 11am and set off to traverse the ridge with the kids leading. However 1:30 later with a brisk wind and misty cloud rolling in we were only 1.5km into our adventure so it was agreed that lunch was called for and no more stops after that. After lunch the pace was steady and the wind was not as bad as expected along the ridge so we made good progress. The clagg cleared as we neared powder valley and we had lovely views all round, as we descended down the valley past more stunning tarns we found the perfect campsite out of the wind. Once camp was set up and dinner done the kids still had energy to play hide and seek tag behind the tussocks and tents. With our campsite nestled deep in the valley we awoke to a chilly start. The kids were greeted by ice on the inside on the tents, frozen ice-block water bottles and frozen tarns. This made for excellent fun all round as there is nothing quite as rewarding as throwing rocks through ice and it re-freezing again. After this we packed up and meandered down to the main valley passing waterfalls and a very impressive tarn on the way down. The kids led the way through the bush and then (with lots of chatting) down the road and out.
The walk begun with a run, well actually more like a jog, in boots. I dropped everyone at the start of the Waston Creek Route then drove back to the end of the Jameson Ridge Track, parked and jogged back. The track started as a grassy track, out in the open unrelenting sun, blasted by the wind and being directed on possibly the longest route around the Ella Stations Hop fields in the hottest...
Did you really like my newest painting 'Endless Evening at Lake Alexandrina'? If so you can now warm up your home with the golden hues of Autumn with a the fine art reproduction made from the original. With six sizes available to fit your space perfectly and capturing each
detailed brushstroke, the art print is just stunning in each size. Endless Evening portrays...
After quite some time I have completed 'Endless Evening at Lake Alexandrina'. Having visited the lake many times, this long calm evening pictured in the painting has been the most memorable. I arrived late on a balmy autumn afternoon having never visited before, and it was simply stunning, not a breath of wind with the last golden leaves grasping onto the tree branches. Time seemed eternal as the sun slowly sank behind the hills. More visits over the years...
