Dragoons, I tell you the white hydrangeas
turn rust and go soon.
Already mid September a line of brown runs
One sunset after another tracks the faces, the
Waiting, they look over the fence for what
way they go…Carl Sandburg
Late in November, on a single night
Not even near to freezing, the ginkgo trees
That stand along the walk drop all their leaves
In one consent, and neither to rain nor to wind
But as though to time alone: the golden and green
Leaves litter the lawn today, that yesterday
Had spread aloft their fluttering fans of light.
What signal from the stars? What senses took it in?
What in those wooden motives so decided
To strike their leaves, to down their leaves,
Rebellion or surrender? and if this
Can happen thus, what race shall be exempt?
What use to learn the lessons taught by time,
If a star at any time may tell us: Now..H.Nemerov
Well it’s two sentiments expressed in this painting, or even more than two…the hydrangeas brown and crisp in my garden, (see below) and the Gingko with it’s lovely sculptural leaves, both finally surrendering to the inevitable, which I have finally decided has arrived…frost in the morning and darkness at four o’clock…rebellion or surrender?…we have no choice..
Part Botanical, part Abstract, part Journal, of Lacecap Hydrangea and Gingko leaves, in Autumn hues with a hint of winter frosting the fence….the first of a new collection called "The Winter Journal"..
Page 1 of the Winter Journal…Mixed Media work in Gouache, Watercolour, and Acrylic Inks…view large to better see the details….images from earlier Journals above…
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