A mist hangs over the hills shrouding the trees in a veil of invisibility.
|How grey is my valley...|
|A lonely leaf hangs tenaciously on bare vines|
|rusted smudge pots waiting ...|
to be put to frost prevention service among the tender vines of spring
|Rusted relics of harvests past|
a few remaining apples , food for hungry little creatures
seeking sustenance in winter
|and a decaying rose defying time|
clinging to the bud of it's youth
|an old worn mosaic floor oncovered in a 19th century bank building|
now The Harris Gallery in Healdsburg, California
All these images of age I see so clearly for their beauty
- year's end-
the passing of another season ...
|and right next to the decayed rose|
a new bud ever hopeful , confident
spring and new beginnings are just around the corner
The sun will emerge through the clouds and a new day will begin
PAINTING from The Harris Gallery
Thanks to all of you who have reached out to us with such generosity of spirit
as we travel the difficult road of closing down Summer Hill Ltd. Your support has been
overwhelming. True friends have emerged and bonds have been strengthened.
Our sincere apologies to those we have disappointed or let down. These are circumstances out of our control. We gave it our all...
May the new year bring you good health, love, and hopefully a bit of prosperity.