Glad Autumn

This morning was heavily shrouded in fog here in northern Indiana as the snow began melting with slowly rising temperatures. There is a certain beauty in the quietness of the cold fog. But after a little while, the sun blazed and the orange and gold autumn leaves burned against a purply blue sky. It felt like the air was glad.

11" x 14"

Painted with the finest quality heavy-body acrylic paint on acid-free, heavy weight Fabriano watercolor paper

Ready to frame

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Psalm 96:11-12 Let the heavens be glad and the earth rejoice;

let the sea and all that fills it resound.

Let the fields and everything in them exult.

Then all the trees of the forest will shout for joy

This painting reminds me of days like today. It also brought to mind a poem:

God's Grandeur 

BY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;

It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil

Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?

Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;

And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;

And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil

Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;

There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;

And though the last lights off the black West went

Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent

World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

*The working title for this painting is Glad Autumn. What do you think? Would there be a better title?