Season of Gold
Oil on Newspaper Covered Board
The shift from summer to fall is swift and quiet. It is my favorite time of year. The heat breaks. Sweaters get unpacked. We buy our annual pumpkins and mums that I seem to kill in just a few weeks—although this year they lasted well into November.
This is my neighbor's house. Sometimes I find myself painting late at the studio, and the walk home is quiet. I soak in the world changing around me.