One can always find excuses for not going out painting. Especially in winter. Earlier in the day I’d finished two paintings, done laundry — and my sciatica had kicked up. It was 3:00 and the dreary clouds had vanished – finally. The bright sunshine gave me the urge to go paint something. But what? I didn’t really want to go anywhere. Then I remembered this view. There’s a small grove of tall cedars in back of my studio that I love to visit. A dense layer of fallen leaves and limited sunlight keeps the weeds down. It’s very peaceful and quiet (and who couldn’t use some of that these days?). Beyond this patch of cedars is the small trout stream: Guyer Creek. Way in the back is one of the many drumlins in this part of northwest Michigan, small hills left from the glaciers. This area has been hit hard by the emerald ash borers and my swamp is littered with dead and dying ash trees. Seems like the only survivors are cedars, maples, hemlocks, spruce and white pines. Wild grasses have started to take over back there, thanks to the new supply of sunshine.
Here’s my setup:
Margie Guyot Art 