A MEMORY — My opening post takes us back to the fall of 1999 just a few years after I had started down a new path in my life. In 1996, I had embarked upon plein air painting and began to devote my life to it. This blog starts a few years into that journey.
Initial hints may seem too subtle, though effervescent warnings and the tender caress of a gentler sun suggest something has changed.
Only after nature sprinkles colored leaves like confetti across city lawns and woodland pathways, will I be confident autumn has returned. Yes, the trees get to unmask colors that still surprise, and the air carries its own invigorating spell. The real reasons why I eagerly await the fall, relaxing evenings in front of the fire, contemplating my next project.
Others may delight in winter's first snowflake —