Tag: autumn

Trio of Trees and Sacrifice

I know of a trio of trees. Of this trio, every autumn, the middle one loses half of its leaves. Exactly half and always on the right side. Today the rain comes down hard and with it a handful of leaves, scattering them to…

Autumn Storm Approaching – Nature Journal Club

You can hear the wheels of photosynthesis grinding slower. With every breeze carries with it a handful of leaves. They swirl past my ears. Mr. Bee, would you like to visit the goldenrod resting peacefully on the edge of a quiet pond? Or in…

Unfailing Hope Autumnal Watercolor

The way loss of autumn leaves is not a reason to fret. The way nakedness of tree is no cause for alarm. The way color drains from grass is not a concern. The way summer birds disappear is not anguish. For hope in things…

Angry Cottonwood Watercolor Sketch

The cottonwood wasn’t angry, I was. Just the day before I had gotten into an argument with an in-law which was totally taken by surprise. I held a rational conversation as long as I could until I had to remove myself from a room…

Autumn’s Pregame Watercolor

♪ ♫  ARE YOU READY FOR SOME AUTUMN?!?  ♫ ♪ It’s coming! Autumn is around the corner and right now you can enjoy its pregame show. I decided to tailgate at the forest preserves and here is what I saw… Honey Bees on Goldenrod…

Elegant Pines of a Setting Sun Watercolor

Setting Sun Mild 59°F As the sun sets it casts an amber glow to everything it touches. The dried grasses blaze and pine boughs glisten. A radiant moment indeed. Friday I caught this moment and simplified it. Instead of painting every single thing in…

Magnolia Buds Lie in Wait Watercolor

To have patience. To lie in wait. This autumn magnolia tree already has it’s buds ready for next spring. Why does this happen? The tree’s buds are encased in a heavy fur scale, Soft on the outside with little silver hairs and extremely hard…

Autumn Fog Watercolor

50°F Fog Sitting before the clearing open land distant autumn trees array like wallpaper. Fog descends along with my thoughts. Something about the clearing allows the thoughts to linger. A heavy idle. As darkness falls regret whispers taunting me with should have dones. Agony…

Autumn Rain Watercolor

51°F Overcast, windy, rain. A hawk cry rings out under the heavy damp air. A red squirrel sits to peel the outer layer of a nut, unaffected by the rain. An intruder approaches… another red squirrel. This invasion results in a quick chase around…

Autumn Begins Watercolor

And so it begins… Time cannot be undone. And the leaves cannot go back on the trees. But we can still move forward hand in hand with our Everlasting Father as He carries our hurts. Amen.