Burt Walker Paints
I’m one of those people. Unless it’s snowing…I’m not much fond of winter. Especially in the gloomy Northwest, United States. It’s not even cold enough to warrant a real coat. Only waterproof jackets. Snow would be more exciting. But instead, the drizzle will last until March…I’m already looking for an escape. There must be one. Maybe this will be the year I finally learn to ski. Or perhaps I’ll risk infection and take off to Portugal. It’s possible to get to Hawaii without too much trouble. I could use a good dose of D and a tan.
But perhaps I’m just already missing autumn. I’ve always found the season of death so comfortable. I enjoy walking through the dead leaves, crunching through the fallen branches, and being able to see just a little farther through the trees. It’s kind of magical and yet it’s over for the year and I must get used to the wet, gray darkness for the next few months.
The image above is of a walk I take regularly behind my home. It’s great for th…
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