Thursday, February 5, 2015


6 x 8 in., oil on panel

We have a little place on the Guadalupe River a couple of hours from Austin.  Our neighbor keeps his firewood neatly stacked between two trees near his house.  In the early morning, the sun rises over the bluff across the river and drapes its light between his house and the donkey barn on the edge of our property. The light gives a glancing blow to the woodpile this time of year.

-julie davis

1 comment:

Barbara Muir said...

So lovely. It reminds me of the woodpile my father used to keep, and the one at our cottage. My brother has a very neat stacked woodpile in Quebec. Winter is mighty cold, and he and his wife use that wood.

Love your work.