Country Tree Swing

I apologize for not posting much in the last few days. I have been focusing my efforts on completing book six in my Al Clark Series. I thought I would post this version of a tree swing done in oil paint. This was during my Bob Ross phase.

Picture yourself swinging under this tree on a warm spring morning and you WILL feel better.

Snowy Meadow

Happy Sunday!

Trees are budding, flowers are blooming, and Spring has sprung. Two days ago it was seventy degrees in St. Louis. Today we are expecting snow. This painting reminds us of what we are leaving behind, and that summer is coming.

(Oil on Canvas)

Alien Life

Somewhere in the universe there is another planet with life. Although it may not be animal life, it is life in preparation of creatures that crawl, walk, and stand . This oil painting is my interpretation of plant life on another world – patiently waiting for the people that will abuse or adapt them for their own purposes.

Our Annual Camp

For many years, my brother, brother in laws, a few selected friends, and I would return to the same secluded spot in an unused part of a national forest. It was a weekend camp we looked forward to all year, even though the site was rocky and sloped. The trip was a time for reflection, good conversation, and–in the beginning–mass quantities of alcohol.

One of my brother-in-laws is a gourmet campsite cook, and the meals he prepared were always a highlight of each trip. There is nothing that compares to sleeping in tents on a warm clear evening, sitting around a roaring camp fire–which was the first order of business upon our arrival–and eating well prepared food in the wild.

At the end of each trip, we would select a rock. Not a big rock, but one large enough to accept all our signatures. We would sign and date each memento and take it home for safe keeping.

We have not returned for several years due to various complications of life, although there are always plans to do so. We are no longer young, and my brother has gone to a better place, but those memories exist. Because of those rocks our experiences will not be forgotten.

There are sixteen ordinary rocks lined up on a long shelf in my garage. Sixteen stones that have taken on new meaning, as they allow us to return to our special campsite and the many memories made there.

The included painting is my representation of our campsite–awaiting our return.

Hope you enjoy,

Jonathan G. Meyer (Keeper of the rocks)

Spring Forward

With the time change comes the anticipation for Spring. Say goodbye to freezing rain and snow, and embrace the coming change. To celebrate this day, I have posted a painting of what we leave behind. (Oil on Canvas)

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