Early Spring on the Upper St. Marks River {acrylic on canvas | 18 x 24}
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
(Lines Written in Early Spring, William Wordsworth)