Monday, November 29, 2010


Only a few days ago the trees were still full of leaves and the Zinnias, that this year were at least 6 feet tall, were still proudly showing their stuff.  Today we have frost and most of the leaves are down.  This fall so gloriously filled my head with color, I think I will be able to make it through the winter without too much regret.


Tuesday, November 23, 2010


Almost gone today, three days ago these beauties were lighting up my front yard.  "Sic transit gloria mundi" - "Thus passes the glory of the world"

Monday, November 22, 2010


It's getting to be time to enjoy indoor pleasures.  I love to follow the light around my house as it creates compositions all day long.  Here I removed the furniture - not really - just for the painting, because the blue light was a key element.


Friday, November 19, 2010


These BLOODGOOD maples are pulsing their color all over my front yard.  The final fairwell to summer.  This is from inside the tree looking out on an overcast day.

Saturday, November 13, 2010


Early this week I spent time wandering the streets of Rio de Janeiro, courtesy of Google maps, looking for just the right place to paint for the Virtual Paintout.  I finally settled on this combination of bright sunlit colors and indoor revelry on the Rue Marechal Cantauria. And don't miss this choice few moments from FLYING DOWN TO RIO the 1933 film with Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers in their usual good form.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010


These pristine white Dahlias are a stand out in my garden at this time of year when everything else is either brilliantly colored or fading into brown.

" not a mere absence of colour; it is a shining and affirmative thing, as fierce as red, as definite as black..." -- G. K. Chesterton


Tuesday, November 9, 2010


A foggy day, the autumn joy at its richest hue and Bay, my shy dog, finally taking his place in the picture as if to say, "This is where I belong".

Thursday, November 4, 2010


Autumn would not be complete for me without an attempt to paint my Katsura trees.  This one, our big Daddy, is huge, with long pendulous limbs that seem impossible to sustain and yet they grow longer every year. It is about 150 years old.  Katsura trees are native to China and Japan.  There are males and females and we have a beautiful pair that creates babies that have populated our neighborhood and our friend's back yards.  In the fall as the leaves turn yellow they create a wonderful burnt sugar aroma making them a glorious sensual delight in every way.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010


A few days ago it was very warm and wet and the windows were covered with this condensation.  The condensation condensed the fall colors so beautifully I had to try and capture it.