Some trees just have their moment – this one’s moment is about an hour before sunset, mid-fall, on a after-the-rain sort of day. The way the sun was catching the leaves was just mesmerizing – I didn’t want to leave even when my painting was done. I don’t know, maybe it’s the fact that the weather’s nice, the bug population has taken a hit and I don’t have to wade through the summer sticker grass, but the field has just seemed particularly beautiful the last few times I’ve visited. All the distant trees turn a kind of faded turquoise and the sunlit leaves are bright chartreuse. I’m going to be sad when winter comes and it’s all grey and brown again – and cold. But that’s life.