Sycamores are wonderful trees to tell you autumn is here! Their leaves, large and pointy, change with the season. In summer, they are green, and with the change in seasons, the leaves become gold and orange and brown, mottled in color, transparent and brilliant against the sunlight.
The rains cleared and the sky was filled with clouds! I went to my usual places but they were all closed – muddy trails, swollen creeks. So I headed for the hills, following roads I sort of knew might give me a clear view of the sky and city. This one was a total surprise. Suddenly I was wondering just what I was looking at, and then it hit me – I was looking into the valley beyond the mountains surrounding my own. The clouds were beautiful as the sun went down, so I took a series of pictures – 4 or 5 – and made a pano of them in PS. This made my day, let me tell you!
These are the last of the Mira Sol peppers, waiting until they are ready to be harvested for seeds. I have never seen this pepper before, but we like it a lot, so we figured best to save some seeds for next year’s planting.
A bit past prime, but the Mr. Lincoln is one of the loveliest deep red roses.
It’s chilly here with rains to begin at midnight. Snow is on the mountains outside the valleys around me. I miss the smell of a winter of snow and pine, in the eastern woods, Rockies, high desert. This is a simple morning sketch, iron gall ink, a water brush, some watercolor to recall the wonder of a mountain winter.
Ink, Yarn & Beer 