Winter in California usually brings rain. So far, nothing. The grassy hills die down to beige and brown, the oak trees are dark spots against the pale grasses. It’s a beauty of its own. Here, the beginning of a sunset casting its warmth on the peaks as the day ends.
Ink, Yarn & Beer 
You said it all, Naomi, with gouache and with words. Thank you!
That’s lovely, glad to see you paiinting in your own style again 🙂
Thanks, Fraggy. Glad you like it! But I did learn a lot in the process as I looked closely – that helps when looking at the real world to see the subtle things. More practice is a-comin’ up!
Thanks, Fabio!
I love your version best. I just posted about winter in California and came across yours. 🙂
Such a wonderful painting. Well done!
Thanks! Glad you like it!
I am glad you like it. (I do, too!)
🙂