faces

My palette changed somewhat when we moved to St. Thomas, away from the always-green grass of corporate lawns in Toronto. Looking out my studio window, I see our parched lawn that this summer has given us, the occasional dead leaf blowing by. I welcome this variety of un-seasonal colours; mustards and chocolates mixed with spring green and pinks, brilliant blue noon skies and moody evening sunsets.



Maybe I'll head into scarlet, orange, rust etc., and paint the gloaming in see from our deck.