The fall colours have been amazing, but I had a lot of trouble finding a good place to paint this week. I went out on Sunday to the ravine and although this tree struck me right away, I couldn't commit to it and ended up further down the trail by the water. I got one of my shoes wet crossing Whitemud Creek, and the other wet crossing back again because the lighting was crap from the other side. After a half hour of sketching the creek was invaded by children and I gave up.
I came back on a weekday, this time determined to paint the first nice thing I saw and the tree was right where I'd left it. So here it is, like a brilliant candle flame glowing against the hillside.
While I was sitting there, one of the biggest bumblebees I had ever seen decided to explore my paint bag, my shoe, and my leg all the way up to my kneecap. I gave it a ride down on a fallen leaf, but it was not interested in being on the ground floor and it flew off with a sulky baritone buzz. A perfect capper to what is likely one of the last beautiful days of the year.
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