who knows where the time goes



oil on linen

In a private collection

sold through Edgewater Gallery

So come the storms of winter and then
The birds in spring again
I have no fear of time
For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time goes?

–Sandy Denny

This is a late summer afternoon view of
Lake Champlain from an idyllic spot in
Shelburne Farms. How many times have
I watched clear blue lake water turn into
a magical opal iridescence? I can’t stop time,
but I can pause to enjoy its passing.