Night is falling and the sky darkens from gold to crimson. Black water crashes from brown rock amid tall trees which form crepuscular green borders left and right. A dark shore rock bottom left contrasts a brighter river rock middle fore which still catches partial light. The fall itself is already in darkness. The brush work of the river is violent, carrying the destruction of day, yet the atmosphere is calm, inviting a world where, vision obscured, eternal sounds continue to run on.
Oil on canvas
40" x 32"
Can be seen at The Secret Gallery