Thursday, November 10, 2005

Grey November
6x8, oil/canvas
Just a small, quick study of the wooded lot across from my house. It was a misty, grey morning the kind so typical in November. It's quite a task to capture all the sublties when autumn's colors wear a veil. Restraint, repose, restate, reveal.
My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.

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