Last weekend we hit peak color in my area of Michigan, so we took advantage of it and meandered around for three days. This was one of our stops one day, before we left Grand Rapids. Although I’ve painted this intersection a zillion times, these vibrant trees were screaming at me to catch them showing off! Who can argue when a tree is talking to you?
During our drives, we ate at a lovely place in Newaygo called River Stop Cafe. Old brick walls, extremely high ceilings, and delicious sandwiches. Just south of there near Grant was a farm market which demanded us to stop. Number one, it was called “Nelsons.” And number two, they advertised having the best long johns around. I’m currently on a quest to see if anybody can beat the long johns at Royal Dutch Bakery in Grandville (formerly known as Steenstra’s). Nelsons was good on certain levels (I was all prepared to give you my detailed critique, but then I remembered this is not a food blog); but Royal Dutch Bakery still claims first place for me.
Back to art. I’m painting furiously, before the wind drives all the beautiful leaves off the trees. I’m afraid that once the color outside of my windows is gone, I will lose my inspiration to paint it, even though I have it recorded on some amazing photographs. I know me. I love neutrals; and once the countryside takes on the peaceful, washed-out hues of dried grasses and corn stalks, and the bare trees become elegant statues silhouetted against the steely-gray skies… . My heart will follow.