On a trip to Alcatraz island, I loved this perspective of a gray concrete hallway disappearing into a bright white light at the end. The hallway itself is also bathed in white light from a large bank of mullioned windows trimmed in malacite sash.
The activity on the tarmac at a small regional airport became a compelling subject when paired with a palette of grays.
My husband and I always eat at the bar at a favorite Italian restaurant near our home. One evening, intrigued by the way the light glowed through both the aqua shelves and the clear bottles, I shot a photo with my phone so I could paint the scene later.
My haunt near Tam Junction in Mill Valley has the charming French folding café chairs on its two patios. One recent morning, I was enchanted by the varied shadows cast by the chair, a nearby planter and some overhead trees.
This painting of a weed sprouting from cracks in a concrete wall reminds us that once man removes himself, nature reclaims its territory.
While at a carpet vendor in Richmond, California, I was attracted to how their warehouse looked as though it hasn't been tampered with for more than half a century. Built in 1910, it was originally occupied by the Pullman Company for repairing passenger cars for railroads throughout the western United States.
This vintage bathroom is essentially unchanged. Only the plastic water bottle suggests the present day.