Sunday, November 9, 2008
November Evening -- Hollidge Tract
Autumn, when days dwindle, and night grows. Nowhere is this more apparent than a sunset walk through the woods. On a summers eve, the hot sun still pierces the canopy from high above. But daily, angles sharpen, careening into the horizon, tumbling into Autumn, and racing towards Winter.
It is the dark time of the year before the snow falls to light the way. Rain clouds spill across the landscape darkening the day. Even on clear days, my walks will end in darkness as the sun sinks ever earlier into the west.
But there is poetry in the fast dimming light. Amber sparkles through the edges of autumn leaves, rays of ruby pierce the shadowy lace of barren trees, a sliver moon of alabaster peaks through a pearl pink sky. And finally, sun sunken into the depths of the west, the aqua gleam of the near night sky brims full with the portent of starlight, and the boles of the trees glow with slow and secret life.
Image: ACEO's, 2.5" x 3.5" each, coloured pencil on 140lb watercolour paper. And nope, I won't be parting with these for love or money. Hopefully, I will get around to doing 4 larger pieces (8x10 or so), based on these minis.