Spring Drive, Louisville

Spring Drive, Louisville Kentucky

I am sure that there are many euphamistically named Spring Drives around. Named with regard perhaps to a season, neighboring drives of Winter and Autumn.  Or perhaps simply enough, Spring, without any thought except how to make some bit of former corn field inoffensive and slightly wistful and optimistic about green things and fresh, clear water.  Without waxing poetic about living in Kentucky, land of limestone aquifers and home of bourbon whiskey, I happen to live on Spring Drive: one with an actual spring.  Several doors down from me, water bubbles up from the ground and feeds a small stream.  This is painted from life, 6″x6″, watercolor on paper.


A few more pages from the sketchbook.  Charcoals—I seemed to be in a heavy mood this day.

This may be a black and white of the inside of my eyelid while napping in the sun.


It’s been a while…I’m still here.  A few random doodles from the sketchbook that I found interesting enough to scan.

Watercolor on paper, red dot.
Coffee, vintage Formica table.