Watercolors by Bessann Swanson
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R A N D O M  M U S I N G S

11/6/2017

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W H E N   O C T O B E R  G O E S

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The golden colors are vanishing too quickly, brown replacing crimson and sienna. Autumn started with an arresting display of red maples, brighter than usual, a gasp of color.  The aspens and oaks followed quickly, but didn't last. The season is all too brief. I want to hold on to it, charmed as I am by the light filtering through the quaking leaves, a meshwork of color, breathtaking.  Now the leaves are dropping in crackling piles of duff in the silent woods where the birds have already departed.  I don't want to let it go, instead recreating the colors with paint on paper, a collection of leaves on my table, curling and drying.  I have a favorite song this time of year, a wistful, melancholy "When October goes" by Johnny Mercer. I echo the line "Oh, how I hate to see October go".
 - Bessann
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