I caught this little scene last weekend on the Columbia River Dikelands near our town.
This lowland marsh district is full of farms, water-filled ditches and grazing livestock. In the distance, foothills and ridges stand guard.
This time of the year, the clouds and fog in this area are ever-changing and just lovely.
Right now, though, a winter storm is blasting through, complete with flickering lights and extremely high winds. I have three very excitable young boys bouncing off the walls and repeatedly opening the front door to get a better look. I better go get the candles and flashlights ready. :)
I must credit my three-year-old for the title, - he was very disappointed that I was painting just a 'normal tree', as opposed to a much more festive Christmas tree. :)
This normal tree is seasonally appropriate to me; we had many 'brown Christmases' when I was a kid. I didn't like them then, but I can appreciate their subtle beauty now. Several years in the perma-green environment of the Pacific Northwest (which I completely love), has made me all the more aware of the lovely sepia tones of midwest winters, especially on those overcast, frigid, snowless days.
(This photo is from a Minnesota November.)
And also, making that collage of my 200 paintings had me overwhelmed with color. Too much color!
Lol. Don't worry, I'll get over it - you know I can't stay in one spot too long. ;)