The seasons have changed. The verdant greens indicative of summer on Vancouver Island have been replaced by Autumn's paintbox of colours. The trees by the road, the forests on the rolling hills in the distance and the ground itself deny the chill in the air with their warm yellows, oranges, and reds. The winds often rise and send the fallen leaves in a frenzy. I watch them scramble as if word of disaster has spread and then they wait again on the ground for the next rumour. This is a time to go outside, rain or shine, and to walk through the woods in your favourite, cozy sweater. This is a time to go out with your favourite tools for creating art - from your sketchbook and pencils to your easel and paints. It doesn't matter what you use, just go and record this beautiful time of change and send me some comments to tell me what you found. Happy Thanksgiving and thanks for reading.
From the ferry in the Strait of Georgia