To light, to water,
and the flow of birds
through ancient stars.
To the wild sun of winter
startling the dark green trees:
giants of majestic silence.
To snow on roofs
and the peace of Sunday.
To quiet and certitude,
to breathing, to air.
To acceptance, to dreams.
To disclosures of the sleeping heart,
for air, for light. M.Liebovitz..Winter Sun
The sun in winter can sometimes be even more dramatic than in summer…without the camouflage of leaves it shines through the trees setting them on fire at days end…here in the north every sunset leaves you gasping at it’s beauty..
Semi-Abstract Watercolour of a Northern Ontario Landscape in early winter..ponds are not yet frozen, but the soft drifts have begun to mass around the fence posts, soon to make the land impassable..Watercolour on Arches Not Paper…View Large to see details….