The last day of summer in the Northern Hemisphere

I rode my foldable bike over to Anson B. Nixon Park to explore more of the park. It is a lovely park, a jewel of Kennett Square. It was the last day of summer and I noticed hints of changes in the leaves. They were turning orange. Where the orange leaves landed on the bluish-green grass in the shade, the leaves seemed to glow but ever so subtly. Delightful. I think the colours for this fall will be quite vibrant.

I wondered how I could describe what I was seeing and feeling. I have already ridden to different beautiful areas of the park, and I could not settle down on one. I finally came to the pond where Kennett Square would hold its annual Trout Rodeo, but it was not the pond that captured my attention. Instead it was the grove of trees behind me. Behind this grove of trees on the hill was a sports field hidden from view. I loved how the light softly draped across the hill in between the trees. 

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Cogitating Trees. Oil on cotton, 8 by 10 inches.

Paul Cezanne said, “Painting from nature is not copying the object; it is realising one’s sensations.” When I am out in the woods I could not help not imagining ticks lurking and ready to pounce on me. Perhaps this was why my painting looked jittery because I had ticks in my thoughts. It was not the sensation I desired. I had no painting companions as I had the other day to distract me from ticks that day. Nasty buggers. I just remembered that I must get more repellent spray before our next plein air painting social, which will be our first for this autumn.