Dreary is the month and gray, sometimes grey, sometimes really, really grey. It can't make up its mind. Mist and fog, rain and chill greet the days. Sunlight beguiles on occasion as the Winter Solstice nears and the reality of a long, cold winter grips our minds just as it cautions against the cold.
|Acrylic on canvas, 1993 (24" x 28")|
Leaves have blown away, geese have flown away and the sun is busy elsewhere.