Crossing Lake Champlain on the Essex Ferry we wound our way into Vermont through the rural community of Charlotte. In the small town square sat a sacred circle of brilliant spring flowers. They seemed to cry out, "please paint us!" I call this "The Tulip Parade" as they clearly were as proud of their fleeting beauty as I was appreciative .
Crossing Lake Champlain on the Essex Ferry we wound our way into Vermont through the rural community of Charlotte. In the small town square sat a sacred circle of brilliant spring flowers. They seemed to cry out, "please paint us!" I call this "The Tulip Parade" as they clearly were as proud of their fleeting beauty as I was appreciative .
Prints of this painting are available.