|10/14/13 Platinum Carbon ink, watercolor, Canson XL (left) |
and Canson Montval (right) 140 lb. papers
Here’s my favorite stand of maple trees at Green Lake, which I’ve sketched many times in all seasons. All summer these trees looked almost identical when they were green. Yet today, on a brilliantly sunny afternoon (the kind of Fall day we missed out on all of September), each is a different combination of hues. They all stand next to each other all day, all night, year after year, receiving the same number of hours of daylight and the same amount of rain. Yet somehow they all end up so different in the Fall.
This reminds me of when I’ve driven alone on long stretches of Interstate 5: All of us going in the same direction; all of us thinking different thoughts.
(Don’t worry; this is as philosophical as I’ll ever get on my blog.)