The end of autumn is a sad time of the year, at least for me. The days continue to dwindle until the sun is rarely seen, cool breezes turn to bitter chill, and the trees are stripped bare and lifeless. This weekend brought the inevitable change and the annual sense of loss; almost two full days of strong winds tore away the last of the fall leaves, ending their beauty, and brought in winter's first frigid breath. This painting reminds us of happier times only a few weeks ago, where the low sun still illuminated the beautiful foliage and it was warm enough outside to enjoy a good hike in the woods.
Acrylic painting: 14" x 17"