Mid-day, Autumn Turns December Series

This one is titled High Noon.   Most places I've lived are dry and hot in the middle of the day in early Autumn.

September Morning

I'll be in September for awhile.  22x28 gouche on w/c ppr.   August Turns December Series

Spring Gardening and Hanging Out

Here are a couple of new smaller acrylics.   These were really fun!   You can figure out which is which :)

Sounds of September, Oregon

This painting had some movement problems......so I did some more work on it......  My most powerful memories of September in Eugene, where I grew up, were helping Mom do the fall canning, the warm days and nights and gathering the produce.     It was a great time to live in the Willamette Valley.  

Tide Pools

I want to hang these two 20x16 canvases, Tide Pool 1 and Tide Pool 2 together to make the presentation more interesting.  They are part of my ever ongoing Ocean/Beach series and this time I wanted the colors and values more subdued.      The tide is out and the crashing surf is not too close,  so the pools are quieter and calmer.

Many Faces of September, Breckenridge

Second in my September series.    I lived in the resort town of Breckenridge Colorado for many years...lucky me.     September in Colorado is about the Aspen.     In Colorado, the colors start turning early in the higher elevations and up north.  In Breckenridge, they start in September and we lived in a grove of them.   September was also about a sprinkling of snow on the mountains,  4-wheel drive trips to the high country and pouring foundations.   My husband was a general contractor and concrete doesn't like -30 so this was also a busy time getting ready for winter.    Kids in school...............ski season coming.   Great memories!

Many Faces of September

Starting a new series about Fall or September....not sure yet.   The title of this piece is either,  Oregon and September....or September Memories of my Mom.    My memories of September in Oregon are warm and fuzzy and hard working.  The sun was always warm and bright.   The rain starts in November, but  September is one of the warmest and dryest months in the Willamette Valley.   My mother was always canning everything, tomatoes, peaches, etc.  and she made strawberry jam to die for.       I probably should title this,  For my Mom.   Today I wish I had a pantry full of the the fruits and vegetables she used to can.   Cold weather and rain was always just around the corner.