Real autumn is here at last in Iowa. Everywhere are incredible, bright, unusual colors. Last weekend our sketch group were so taken by the colors around our usual meeting place (a parking lot) that many of us elected to stay put despite raw conditions. Fortunately, there wasn't much wind.
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| "Greenwood Park, Fall," wc/ink, about 3.5x9 |
I stood at the edge of the grass and sketched the sloping land in Greenwood Park and the woods beyond that reach down to the Raccoon River. Here and there in the woods bright orange foliage seemed like fires set in the trees. And on the grounds of the Art Center, certain specimen trees glowed with nerly incandescent color. Once I had a rough graphite sketch I took shelter in my car and rain sprinkled down, trying to hint at the incredible colors.
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