Weather is on her best behavior these days with warm days and chilly evenings which leaves a lot of room for some luxurious walks in between. Every now and then I pause and am blown away by the quiet spectrum, from the golds to the flaming reds!
And from one of these walks, I procured two leaves lying astray on the pavement. They must have blown free from the humongous Bradford Pear that is leaning so much on one side that the branches sweep the ground everytime the wind blows.
The leaves looked so alluring, I just had to paint them. Watercolor? Acrylic? Something surreal about their nature made me pick watercolor. I hope I have succeeded in emulating the spirit of their hues!
What do you think? Do you also like to pick up leaves and paint them?