Monday, January 12, 2015

In the Grey Zone

On this dreary low-color-intensity day,  a rain-slick orange tin roof was the brightest thing I saw.  I was waiting in the slow car line at Maya's school this afternoon when I spied it.  I painted it by blocking out all the rest of the orange from this page and leaving only the roof the paper color.  At 4:30 I pulled on some wellies and went slopping into the woods, passing the mist-shrouded silo and a field of wet cows on the way.  At home Jesse was gloomy, sitting out on the back porch and glowering at us as though we had caused it all.

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