Harwood Benton Fine Art Studio
Coming Storm
21x14
Watercolor
Sentinels On Guard
Guardians watching over the shoreline.
Just Beyond The Crest
While the storm looms menacingly, the seas are calm among the rocks.
Reaching The Sea
Like fingers extending their reach, the land clasps the sea in its embrace.
Along The Central Coast
The expanse of beauty along the Central Coast is a feast for the hungry soul.
Study In Clouds
I appreciate when the weather seems moody as it invites my mind to quiet down and rest.
Morro Mist
The blue-grey light of Morro Bay holds me in a soft embrace.
Bixby Creek Bridge
I am reminded of the insignificance of human problems when I witness the vastness & longevity of nature in juxtipositon to human creation.
Big Sur Cloud Symphony
Cooling rains green up the coast along Big Sur.
Orchard By The Sea
The ocean mist nourishes seedlings which, in turn, nourish us.
Beach At San Simeon
Rays of light peek from the clouds to send sparkles dancing across the waves.
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Alight & Arise
A study of light & shadow as the sun eases across the massive rock and green below.
Wide Sandy Stretch
Some beaches seem to invite long walks and sand to nestle between my toes.
Cypress Stand In Monterey
Majestic cypresses witness the changing tides of time.
South of Point Lobos
The misty air of this point brings quietness to my soul. It is a special place where I breathe in and out fully.
Down in Monterey
While living in Pacific Grove, I would often visit this location to refresh my creative spirit.
Three Sisters
Carved out through years of lapping waves the whispered secrets and shared dreams, the Three Sisters gaze across the mighty horizon of the Pacific Coast together.
Repose
I sit back in repose, gathering my strength for that which is to come.
A Break in the Weather
I awaken refreshed after a storm to find my cobwebs cleared.
Light Ascending
The light returns to my heart following a night of deep thought.
Arriving At The Point
At the journey's end, I arrive, at last.
Reflective Mood
I find myself sifting through the many memories that come to mind to cherish the gems and discard the rest.
Fog At Low Tide
As the waters recede to their liquid bed, fog creeps in to shroud my head.
Reflections At Low Tide
The same such waters that raged against these monoliths, lap lazily at their feet today.
Crashing Forth
Surging forth, the waves rise up to meet the misty sky.
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Po'ipu
My sail is taut and full as I dip inside the crescent shore.
Samarkand
Among the oldest continuously inhabited cities, Samarkand stands strong against the shifting sands of time.
Mendicino
The chilling wind cools my fevered brow.
Harmony
The few who dare to venture the winding road to Harmony.
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The Tea Maker
He sits in daily meditation witnessing the cascade of golden liquid pouring from the tenderly heated pot to the waiting cup.
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Iao Valley
I remain stalwart in my truth as others fight to possess and define me.
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