Thursday, November 1, 2012

Art in the fall


Most people don't think of fall as being a particularly green time of year. Fiery reds, burnt oranges, and golden yellows abound-- all signs that green is on the way out. But in my yard, green is still very much holding on tight. I'm soaking it up while I still have the chance, picking leaves and clovers and sketching them, preserving them, remembering them.


When the winter comes I will be glad I did. Winter in the Sweet Carolinas is mostly brown and hardly ever white. White is so hard to sketch, but I'm definitely up for the challenge, if only the weather would cooperate.