
Skies filled with billowing clouds that seem lit from within by the fire of the westering sun hover over one of my favourite local landscapes. A white farmhouse reflects the golden hour light. Can you imagine coming home, here?
Clouds seem a language and a world all their own, filling me with hope and longing. Dreams may indeed come true beneath such skies!
Autumn Skies ~ 8th Line, Georgetown, Ontario
30" × 40" × 1.5"
Oil on gallery depth canvas