I have an accountability partner. Shari Sherman. We’ve been checking in with each other for the last six years. This week I committed to making an encaustic piece a day. Today I worked on a small piece today. I love those lone trees in the middle of a vast field. I call them witness trees. Who knows what they have seen as they’ve grown over the years. Imagine a 200 year old lifespan.
A lone tree guy was here cutting down the rest of the poplar leftover from the crew. This guy cut down this giant tree by himself. A matter of physics, spatial relations and just plain genius. Lots of chain sawing.
I have a plan for this witness tree piece. More to come…
Today’s word…muddy. In St. Augustine, we lived by the inter-coastal waterway where everyday we could watch the tides change while the sun set. Mesmerizing. #HTP31in31
This mushroom was at least 16″ tall. See how the shadow of the leaves fits on the cap? I wish we would’ve thought to put a human next to it when taking its picture. This was on the hiking trail at New London Tech Trails.
I like the way the shadows of the leaves hit the top. It should give you an idea of how tall this was.
This mushroom was at least 16″ tall. What a treat to see.
Isn’t this a handsome one? It’s so wonderful to walk through the woods and see these beauts peeking through the leaves. Once again our hike gave us a gift. New London Tech trails. Okay, because I do love to research, this is a Butyriboletus frostii
Butyriboletus frostii or a red capped mushroom.
More mushrooms from our hike on Bedford County’s New London Tech Trails. I thought about looking them up and naming them, but for now I just want to enjoy their color and beauty.
I cropped this because the colors and texture are so beautiful
Wider shot of this orange capped mushroom.
Somebody took a bite.
Hmmm. I wonder what this mushroom will be when it grows up.
We tried the newly opened New London Tech Trails in Bedford county. We walked the blue loop. It was 90 degrees and a bit schvitzy. What a great trail! It felt like we were on the Blue Ridge Parkway closer to home. There was a mushroom PARTY in those woods.
Mushrooms along the trail at New London Tech Trails in Bedford County.
These are big mushrooms!!!
It’s a bountiful time of year when the farmers bring their harvest to our community market and the farmer’s market in Forest. The fruits and vegetables are so beautifully arranged and always beg for a portrait. I love how they all line up for their close ups.
We went to the Old City Cemetery early in the morning. I stayed under the trees while it was still a cool 73 degrees.
I feel like I made a breakthrough with those trees by being loose. I’m even happy with the Chapel itself. Loose. Loosen. Free. Freedom.
Edible Chestnuts and skull treasures
Southern Running Pine (Lycopodium digitatum) Evergreen
Trees on the pond. 9 x 12 Pastel on Pastelmat
We walked around the hidden pond on the Claytor Nature Study Center property Tuesday. The trees didn’t think about anything but the breeze, the leaves abandoning their branch hosts, birds cackling and the colors! Along the tight trail around the pond were these magical pine plants covering the ground (Southern Running Pine (Lycopodium digitatum) Evergreen) and sharp covered shells that stung when picked up. Edible Chestnuts! Those skulls were a gift from the Center when somebody dropped off a box of SKULLS! Treasure indeed.
Nature just keeps being. It doesn’t care about us people and our activities. Trees in the Muir Woods are between 600 and 800 years old. America hadn’t even been discovered in recorded history yet.
I didn’t care about people activities while painting on Tuesday. The fall colors were great and I painted like a child coloring with crayons. With abandon. This is in pastel 9 x 12 on Pastelmat.
The contrast is great for color and light
Painting trees upside…again, but in a reflection
Adding clouds and re-adding the light into the trees
Putting in some ripples from the bugs landing.
Blurring everything for the water aspect.
Then the light changed.
Adding the Lily Pads
The Lily Pads are in…still missing something. Will revisit.
The reflection pond called. The light from the clouds bounced off of the pond and the trees were admiring themselves. The lily pads were at the end of their glory, yet they wanted to be the focus. Isn’t this the process of creating? The steps to honing skills. Bringing color, light, and nature onto the paper. We shall see as they evolve. Monet. Where are you?