Quiet Waters....

The Bitterroot River reflecting trees, clouds and that blue, blue big sky. I like this particular braid of the river (it splits into 3 parts for several miles) because it is flat and calm...a very contemplative walk-time. A friend has passed away. My gift to her everlasting rest is to paint the top of the box in which some of her ashes will be buried. M will paint this part of the river and I will paint her horse where a fistful of ashes and some spring flowers will be spread soon. Rest well, old friend...the river waits.