Going through some sketches from the past months, I found these -- simple watercolors, no great detail or angst went into them. But I tend to like them, as their "sketchiness" seems to match the season.
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Small Pond, New Hampshire |
As I travel back and forth to work or on a weekend jaunt, I pass so many ponds and small lakes, not to mention the beautiful Connecticut River. In the late afternoon on my way home, I drive the back roads to avoid commuter traffic, passing farms and old barns, even a vineyard or two.
I love the way the sunlight hits the side of a farmhouse, striking the old, worn sideboards in a dazzling white against the autumn maples and dark green pines.
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Berkshire Barn |
And then the sun begins to dip below the treeline. I know in a few weeks I won't even be able to see the sun on my way home, as it will be twilight by that time.
So, for now, I relish that lovely dusk sky, flooded with rose and peach and lavender, when the light is riding the rim between day and night and all seems hushed.
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Dipping Sun, East Weatogue |
In nature, light creates the color. In the picture, color creates the light.
Hans Hofmann
* * *
in just one breath
last leaf falls
skies open wide
last leaf falls
skies open wide
[haiku by artist]
2 comments:
What a lovely post, Kelly. The artwork radiates that resigned peace of the autumn season, and the words are a perfect accompaniment. I feel as though I can toss out my meditation book and just visit your blog!
Awwww, R.T. -- you are too kind! Thanks for visiting -- I will stop by your blog and shower you with lovely sentiments! :-)
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