Watercolor, 7.5″x11″, matted and framed.
Some mornings, after golden autumn is almost ready to be swept by the wind, the fog falls. We get out in the morning and bike through our local Amador park. It feels a little bit like we are swimming in the milky waves. The fog makes all the sounds hush and distant. Sometimes some lonely dog walker materializes and then fades away.
It’s a little bit magical.