On the Washington coast, along the border of Olympic National Park and the Reservation, I discovered a hidden break in the treeline. I backed in and found a secret entry to the shore. This would be my camp for the night, sheltered beneath the trees.
While building a fire to cook dinner, I had an unexpected visitor. At first, the strange sound startled me. Then I looked out and watched as a giant spray of water shot into the air. For the next four hours until sunset, my neighbor swam up and down the coast, slapping its tail and blowing its spout.
This painting captures that magical moment, a reminder that you never know what wonders you'll encounter in the wild.
On the Washington coast, along the border of Olympic National Park and the Reservation, I discovered a hidden break in the treeline. I backed in and found a secret entry to the shore. This would be my camp for the night, sheltered beneath the trees.
While building a fire to cook dinner, I had an unexpected visitor. At first, the strange sound startled me. Then I looked out and watched as a giant spray of water shot into the air. For the next four hours until sunset, my neighbor swam up and down the coast, slapping its tail and blowing its spout.
This painting captures that magical moment, a reminder that you never know what wonders you'll encounter in the wild.