Sunday morning walks. I took the digital camera along one fine, fall Sunday. (It seems so long ago). This fence borders the horse farm on the other side of the "woods". The hill you see in the background is the top of "Skytop Trail". There are some rather large homes up on that hill that overlook the entire valley.
In our little patch of woods, you will see some wonderful shagbark hickory trees. These are among the hardest woods of the forest. Our natural local forest is classified as oak and hickory because these are the dominant and most valuable trees. We have a lot of black walnut, cherry and red maple as well.
A glimpse of the husband, waiting for me to catch up! He is 6'2". (I have these little hobbit legs you know). Fiona and Freja are probably chasing after deer.
The sun is peeking through the leaves. In late fall, yellows dominate. The hickories and aspens are in full glory. Our autumn is slow. The dogwoods start turning in September, followed by the maples and cherries in October. The oaks, hickories and aspens seem to take their time. Peak color is late October/early November. I'm snapping photos, trying to capture the fleeting color. Perhaps I'll find something I can use in a painting.
If I were a purist, I would paint only on location. I do every chance I get. I think I would be a purist if I had the time. I sometimes feel guilty for using photos as reference.
I like to use the photos as points of departure. I look at the picture. I copy some information, but I try more to incorporate that feeling of the woods. That certain quality of light is momentary. Cameras can capture that quickly. I hope I can convey that in my paintings.
Some folks ask me why I always paint trees. I am a little obsessed with them. They fascinate me. I feel a connection to them.
I played in the woods for hours and hours when I was little. Now, walking in the woods is therapeutic and calming. I'm glad you came along.