Glancing up one afternoon in a stand of aspens, I saw the delightful light of that end-of-summer afternoon and the way the crystal blue skies framed the leaves just kissed with a hint of the gold to come. I became entranced with the cerulean spaces between the leaves, the way the sky pushed through the foliage and fought for my attention. The leaves would not be so bright were it not for the sky nor the sky as blessed were it not for the leaves below, just hinting at the autumn glory to come.
Oil on panel 4” X 6-1/4”