It's almost the last day of the year, but I'm still thinking of July, August, September--those months. It was a clear, cold day today, with no snow. The ground was frozen this morning. It gets dark early, but soon it will be January, the month when some of the most amazing sunrises take place.
It's late. What can I say? I can only think of the future tonight. Sometimes when I go to the Viewpoint, I end up wishing I'd brought a hood for my lens. But I have to go with the flow, even if I get an imperfect image.
Now on to the next painting. The Viewpoint is a visually unruly place, and that simply can't be changed. With November almost half over, December will be here soon. The Lovers will lose their leaves, and the whole place will be a bunch of sticks. The mountains will be covered with snow. Then comes January and the glorious sunrises that sometimes occur in that month, due to cirrus clouds that seem to come when it's very cold--by Seattle standards.