I have yet to see this pond reflect blue. It's always muddy brown as I cross the bridge that spans from the parking lot to the island that is the Chicago Botanic Garden. I've photoshopped it, posterized it and tried to make it prettier than it is, but nobody would recognize it if it were pristine. Strangely muddy is how I perceive this body of water that surrounds one of the most beautiful places in Chicagoland.
12" x 9"
Pastel on canvas panel
The closeup flowers hang from containers on the bridge. The flowers in them change with the season. This was the view from August, seven years ago. I always photograph from this bridge. Every trip to the Garden begins or ends with this vista.