When the last bits of ice melted away earlier this week, I trooped out to capture another rare sight in Texas – a creek with water in it. Of course, the creek is there all year round, it’s just usually dry – so this, I’m sure, is an exciting time for the creek as well. But, seeing a creek, I always feel a tinge of anxiety. There’s too much to paint about a creek – the color, the ripples on the surface, the refracted light, the pebbles underneath, the reflections. It’s a lot to think about all at once. To look at these drawings, it wouldn’t seem I was thinking about any of it, for how flat the water turned out. Ah well. It snowed again, so I’ll get another chance at it when it thaws.