|4/5/18 Maple Leaf neighborhood|
I’ve been so preoccupied hunting for pink that I haven’t been paying attention to the subtler signs of spring. Overnight, it seems, the maple trees I sketch only when they’re decked out in their fall finery are suddenly turning green. The leaves are so tiny that from a distance, they’re more like a yellow-green haze than foliage.
This maple just a block from my home is one I’ve sketched many times when it’s orange and gold. (Shown below is a sketch from last September when it was just barely beginning to turn.) I don’t give trees much sketching love when they’re green and fully leafed out. But this one looked so tender and vulnerable with its tiny new leaves that I wanted to give it some appreciation. After such a long, cold winter, I appreciate any sign of spring.
|9/21/17 The same tree last fall|