With rotten weather and the short dark days of Winter Solstice upon us, I just felt an urge to have a summer walk in the woods – so I painted one. It’s no place in particular, but it’s also every place I’ve ever hiked on the West Coast – redwoods, Doug-fir, silver fir, maybe Sitka spruce trails. It could be the Trinity Alps, Olympic’s Hoh, Mt Rainier’s Carbon River or possibly the Dosewallips right near us. It’s all those late afternoons I’ve spent lingering on a trail in the warm sunshine not wanting to head home. It’s smelling ancient forest duff, filled with centuries of life that are slowly decomposing into the next generation of trees. And, for a painter, it’s the way the light bounces from tree to tree, warming the colors of some, cooling others, hinting at more detail than I could ever paint.
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Boy, I sure got a lot of mail last time with the hummingbird-thing. I heard from people all over the country who have hummers attempting to stay the winter – really cold places too, like high mountain communities and along the Canadian border. Come to think of it, WE’RE along the Canadian border. We can see it from the beach. If you wonder if Climate Change is upon us, these hummers are great local examples. I’ve also heard from a fair amount of doubters, saying the BECAUSE of the feeders, these birds are here, but we didn’t feed them until AFTER we spotted them, months past when they should have migrated to Mexico. One writer said she had a hummer outside trying to get something out of a frozen feeder. Maybe we’ll never know for sure, but it’s plain obvious to me.
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Larry Eifert
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