Trees, swim

From somewhere come all these greys amid the trees. I'm always surprised at the linear quality of a painting's beginning, and here it has continued with the thickening layers. I hadn't expected the misty effect.

drinking the trees

I think its about time to start breathing in the green, consider light that penetrates leaves before it palms your eyes, and take the draught of arboreal spirits.
In the meantime I watched No Country for Old Men and relished the taste of dust, blood, and metal. I don't think that was exactly the point, although it certainly was part of the flavor. I really like Cormac McCarthy. I found his book The Road to be one of the best I've read in the last few years.