The Moon was a Ghostly Galleon....

November 18, 2010

Last night, the walk home reminded me of that poem, "The Highwayman" by ...errrr...whatispickle...... I will look it up... Alfred Noyes. ( Funny, that name Alfred has come up three times in two days. Hmmm). So, where was I? Yes, the moon, the moon was indeed a ghostly galleon, albeit, there was no moor, just your typical neighbourhood streets.

THE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

I do love using indigo for moonlight paintings. It has just the right amount of mood without dominating the painting with darkness.

Vine Maples

November 15, 2010

Vine Maple Trees don't mind growing under shady West Coast canopy. Here they grow, protected from the hot summer sun, getting gentle light, filtered by their tall, evergreen neighbours. In the fall, they blaze out of the dim undergrowth like golden flames.

Vancouver Coastal Mountains

November 12, 2010

This morning had that lovely fall feeling with sweet wood-smoke in the air and patches of blue peeping through the clouds. The mountains play hide-and-seek through the clouds.