The Trout Ponds seem to reflect the mood of the whole valley near town, the sumac in shadow was what caught my eye and the soft pink sky of a warm autumn afternoon.

 

This woodland path lies on the other side of the second bridge at Seven Mile Creek that leads to the old baseball field. An early display of color while the green younger leaves holds on stubbornly

The last of the harvest and the last moments of the day.

I cleared the palette in the dark around 8 pm, and walked out from the field with a star lit warm autumn sky. The best time of day ever!

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I think of England when I’m here or some European manicured formal garden. Volunteers maintain this little splendid early morning quiet, and I am appreciative that this is so close to home.

If I had turned the corner I would have met the sun. The rim light on the contour of the hill seemed neon and I painted that the very first thing before the sun rose to light the early morning road.