November 1: I’m excited about Fall, and ambitious. I’ll paint the most complicated leaves I can find.
November 7: Ooooooo. The first REDS. There’s a leaf from the Japanese maple in the front yard in there, which has just turned from dull maroon into brilliant vivid crimson.
November 17: Here’s how I learn all about BROWN, and when a single oak leaf turns into a complete Fall landscape.
November 30: All the trees are bare, and the leaves are scattered on the ground like bits of old wrapping paper, torn and worn, pushed by cold winds into the farthest corners of the yard.
November.
Ahhhhhhh.
Love looking at your paintings but so glad we no longer have to rake those MANY leaves. We’re in the desert of AZ where there are few leaves. Ahhhh, to live vicariously.
A ferocious storm blew in from the Pacific last night. The ground is covered with Post Toasties.
Lovely leaves! Nice timeline of Nature too.
I’m in a journaling class where the theme is Autumn, and actually, leaves like this are this week’s assignment. Your artwork has inspired me to get started on it.
I love reading your blog and referring back to the book. By the way, keep the crooked old shed crocked, please. It has character.
You paint the most beautiful leaves I’ve ever seen. Thank you