Working down along Sillin Creek

An unseasonable October sun warms the air. Brush in hand, seated beside Sillin Creek, surrounded by the last vestiges of green, fresh paint on the palette...this is the life. Squirrels rustling in the branches beyond my sight, crickets chirping, the flutter of a breeze as the afternoon lengthens.Above sunshine bursts through dappled greens, cold blue reflections shimmer about the fallen yellow leaves on the bank. Drawing down the dark slopes, the hint of a further mint green lawn. Mixing olive, maroon, viridian hue, alizarin crimson, hansa yellow, and cadmium red light.

Walk down to Sillin Creek amid the shadows to a crisp new painting.
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