Winter Fog, Redwood
Oil on canvas
It's coming up on our two year anniversary of moving to California. Our first winter here was memorable. We were renting a beautiful, yet remote house here in the Santa Cruz Mountains. In the master bedroom was a large window, and framed perfectly in that window was this Redwood tree. The marine layer would pour in from the Pacific nightly, and every morning this tree would loom, ghostly and magestic. I began this painting while renting that house, and put it away for a while. Recently I pulled it back onto the easel, and finished those delicate layers of fog, of morning light, of a hint of blue sky behind that morning grey.