Sepia Winter

"Sepia Winter"
6" x 8"
Oil on Hardboard
I'm coming to grips with grey sticks poking into the sepia sky.  Not really. My hands ache at the thought of serious cold. My body shivers and my eyes aren't adapting to so much darkness. Soon enough, on my birthday, in fact, we'll reach the pinnacle of darkness and begin the descent down the light side of the slope. 

I was compelled to get this one out of my system. It happened almost like a dare. Do it. Just paint the trees and the lake and the dismal sky in sepia and burnt sienna.  Do you ever listen to your inner voice?

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