5"X7" Oil on board

I switched back to oils for the first time in a few weeks,I couldn't see doing this sky with acrylics. It was interesting though, I found myself missing the acrylics, things started to get really muddy. Maybe I should save the oils for paintings that I can work on over a few days.

7"X5" Acrylic on board

We are getting into the season of the good skies. One of the things about this flat landscape is that it makes for some excellent skies, something really worth painting.

7″X5″ Watercolour on paper

“Shepherds warning” they used to call this sky. So far nothing too drastic. It is actually getting warmer, maybe we will have a major snowstorm tonight.

7″X5″ Oil on board

Weather continues mild, it can’t last.

7″X5″ Watercolour on paper

All right, I know it is November, but I took this photo a couple of days ago and the clocks go back tonight, so it will be a while before I see a sky like this again. It will be quite dark by the time I drive home from work.

5″X7″ Pencil on paper

I was drawing this while waiting to connect to the CCRA website. This is tax-filing day and, having left it to the last minute as usual, I am having to compete with everyone else trying to do the same. It was very cold today, disheartening after all the lovely weather we have been having. But at least my grass seed is sprouting, so some of the mange in my “lawn” is filling in.

This is not in fact a windmill as you might think, but a wind machine.

“Wind machines are tall, fixed-in-place, engine-driven fans that pull warm air down from high above ground during a strong thermal inversion, raising air temperatures around cold-sensitive crops such as grapes.” (American Society of Agricultural and Biological Engineers)

They are all over the peninsula, not unattractive but they have as many critics as supporters. The sound pollution they produce is quite considerable.

I couldn’t resist doing an extra tonight when I saw the moon.

This was about 10:15 pm EST. It was just coming out of full eclipse.

Another bitterly cold day, I wonder how the birds survive. They congregate by the hundreds on telephone wires and bare branches, backs to the wind. Then suddenly they will swarm up into the air, fly around for a few seconds and settle again.