9"x12" oil on linen mounted on archival panel
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“The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day When the sun is out and the wind is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, A cloud comes over the sunlit arch, A wind comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months back in the middle of March." -Robert Lee Frost
Monday was the prettiest day all week, sunshine and brilliance. I went back to Clucas Field to get a different sort of view, since it was so gray when I went there on Saturday to paint. The trees are so wonderful here in a New England spring. When the leaves first start to come in they are a brilliant yellowy-green, sometimes almost a high key burnt orange. My husband and I noticed, that the colors are similar to autumn, but softer, brighter, more airy perhaps? And the limbs- down to each leaf, is so fluffy! When you allow your eyes to rest on a tree line, have you noticed patterns of shapes, and intervals...sort of like musical notes? One or two lone trees making a grand statement, either by their shape or coloring?