It is my pleasure to capture the fleeting colors of autumn, one brushstroke at a time. Something magical happens when the leaves begin to turn. The greens of summer shimmer gold and red, intensifying daily until the fade begins. The leaves crunch beneath me, a sound like music to my ears. Only once a year do I get to revel in autumn splendor, and too quickly it is gone. Many of my hours have been spent working in the garden and painting the new chicken coop, trying to catch up after my very busy plein air season. So, these quiet moments alone in nature are a treasure. I hope to paint a few more autumn landscapes before they fade away. Painting number 4695 in 4695 days.
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