When leaves fall :: Quand les feuilles tombent

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.
Shakespeare, Sonnet #73

The leaves have fallen from most trees now and we are preparing for the coming winter. The sky was beautiful today for a small fraction of time and I was able to take a photograph of it and then paint it later in my kitchen studio.

Les feuilles sont tombées de la plupart des arbres et nous nous préparons pour l’hiver à venir. Le ciel était magnifique aujourd’hui pour une petite fraction de temps et j’ai pu prendre une photo et peindre plus tard dans mon atelier-cuisine.

Paper: Handbook Travelogue Series Sketchbook
Colours: Alizarin Yellow, Cobalt Yellow, Burnt Umber, Alizarin Crimson, French Ultramarine
Fountain Pen: Platinum Desk Pen EF DP1000AB
Ink: Noolders’ Lexington Grey
Location: Les Cèdres, Québec, Canada


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