I'm pretty pleased with myself that I managed to get a photo in here with the new species of computer. It only took an hour or so, and I may or may not be able to do it again. I mean eventually I'm sure I'll be able to do it again.
By most accounts, the Christmas season has passed. The are still some lights up and some very dry trees at the curb. Maybe you haven't started your diet yet - there are still those Super Bowl parties and heart-shaped boxes of chocolates to consume before you worry about how you look in your swim suit. I painted this just after New Years. Lots of painters came out to paint.
It was cold and overcast when I started painting. This is the Sierra Madre Congretational Church, or part of it. They also have the white be-steepled church across the street that I've painted before. I've always liked this building, but since we paint in the morning, it's always backlit and dark. It wasn't so backlit on that gloomy January morning, and lack of light and shadows made the colors brighter. And then I guess the sun crept overhead while I still had time to light up the stairs.
With the fall foliage and the after Christmas wreaths, there's some blending of seasons. When I'm outdoors, I notice a lot of that. Leaves fall off and expose the buds of spring blossoms. And each new spring blossom contains its fruit, its seeds and its inevitable end. And its beginning. Those dry fir trees at the curb, they've seen some things too. Been witness to quiet cold starlit nights, birds and rain, decorations, gifts and holiday celebrations. The trees aren't going to come back to life, but they will get to be mulch, and in the meantime the dogs like to sniff them.