On the first day of spring, I was in the woods walking a new trail and heard a cacophony of noise, totally unfamiliar sounds. I followed the sound and it increased as I walked. Eventually, I found a large vernal pool teeming with tiny frogs – hundreds. They were all singing at the tops of their little lungs and bobbing around the pool. It was amazing. I stood entranced. Ode to a Vernal Pool is based on the experience. I suspect the froggy ripples will find their way into another painting. Enjoy. Details below.