There are mornings when I find delightful surprises at the pond – a frog who lets me get a bit closer, the heron stalking breakfast, blueberries, or even a graceful fog. But the painting Early Morning at the Pond isn’t about any of that. Instead, it looks at the essentials – the stage, if you will, where life takes place. The shallows winding back toward the swamp, trees sporting their newly naked branches, and a gauzy morning light just reaching over the hill and through the trees to lick a bit of color and warmth into the scene. This is the pond at its most contemplative. Details below. Enjoy.