Watercolor on Arches cold press 140lb
The beginning of winter is my favorite season.
I went on one of my out of doors adventures some days ago [I found a mountain and decided to see what it looked like on top]. It was really lovely ~ X3
In the valley bottom, the cottonwoods are still golden. There is a stream, running over dark rocks, with the yellow leaves stuck in the water. On the mountain, the trees gradually change from pine to spruce to tamarack. Around the tamarack line, the mountain became sheer stone, except for one small glen of trees which lead to a high meadow of tall grass [where I found Chickadees]. Closer to the peak of the mountain, the rush of the wind sounds like the rush of the water at the bottom. But it gets louder until, at the tip top, fine snow has begun to whip down in harsh gusts.
To the north, as far as you can see, taller mountains, their slopes covered with freshly falling snow. But to the south, mountain tops still clothed in golden tamarack - and the snow falls a little harder, washing away the coyote tracks that had been there in the lee of the stone.
I think November is one of my favorite times because I'm still anticipating my Favorite time ~ when the snow comes to stay.