Sunday, November 14, 2010
Collection of Lori Cunnigan Prather ~
I go back and forth between loving willows and beechtrees. It depends on where I am. Here on the hill, the beeches have it. They are such beautiful trees. Sometimes at sunset the smooth silver-gray bark is illuminated with a glowing copper light that matches the color of the winter leaves. Yes, winter leaves ~ some beeches hold onto their leaves through the season. Gradually the autumn copper fades to a ghostly pale gold, almost white. It's wonderful to hear their fluttering hiss in blowing snow.
This is oil on linen canvas, 36" x 42."