The wind, being an advocate for winter, wants to strip the autumn trees clean. I the observer, while appreciating the forces of nature, want to retard this process.
My power? Watercolors.
I cannot bribe one leaf back on a branch, but I can record this day and the brilliant colors left…even if for only a while.
That’s what the artist does, savors a moment in time and makes it eternal…or as long as his materials last at least. And this is what you can do as well. Grab a small journal, some paints, and off you go. It’s really, really, really not as hard as you think!
Go ahead, get lost in the season.