An evening walk

There is a trail behind my house that I visit often.

Late fall isn’t showy. But the quiet beauty always gets me, especially in the soft evening light.

What caught my eye wasn’t anything dramatic, just the usual patterns. The branching of limbs against the sky. The last yellow leaves holding on. The color leaching out of the grasses as the season turns. This place shapes the pieces I make in the studio. Its imagery and textures live in my subconscious and often show up when I get to work.