If I could paint, this is the type of image I would paint. I particularly appreciate the limited palette of a foggy November morning. With the cacophony of October color past, November affords us the opportunity to concentrate on composition and form.
The penultimate month gets a bad rap as dead and ugly. It’s neither. It’s a time of preparation, readying the bed for the long winter’s nap. Nature is telling us to slow down, and be more reflective. Wal-Mart disagrees. Perhaps our issue isn’t with November, but with corporate America’s attempt to defy it.