Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Up early to catch the first rays of sun light the trees and mountain. I forget the variety of color in the young leaves. The maples a soft rose, the ash a soft peach, the birch that young sweet green and the wild cherries with a white cloud of blossom. And every day I watch the colors creep up the mountain, while all about the house the woods fill in and everything has a haze about it. Late afternoon I take all of the light I been gathering outside and see what happens in the studio as I work on the color studies.