Monday, September 29, 2008
The path down to Cedar Creek runs gently through the field and cow pasture then turns sharply to begin its descent through the open woods and on below to the creekbank. In this painting the bright morning sun illumintes open spaces between the trees and reveals the thicker woods beyond.
The lovely Shenandoah River flows gently through the surrounding countryside. This is a morning view, looking upstream. One can imagine a solitary figure paddling a bark or hidebound canoe through the slowly moving current.
The maple tree in Bleyler's field is a constant source of inspiration. A perfectly formed little tree it occupies a field surrounded by cedars. In this painting, the morning light has struck its autumn-colored leaves with fire.
Massanutten Mountain and Signal Knob loom large in my mind's eye. The mountain is a permanent part of my mental store of inspiration. The road through Sandy Hook really does end at the mountain's base.