I grew up in Southeast Georgia. It’s really low and flat there and our falls never had colors like we see here in Virginia. My mother loved the colors so we always traveled to the “mountains” in the fall to enjoy the season. We usually went to the Great Smokey Mountains. The colors there are a lot like here.
Several years ago Allen and I took his 90-year-old aunt, Honnie, over to West Virginia to visit her other nephew at his mountain house. This is the view from their deck. Honnie called this painting “Scattered Rugs” (oil on canvas, 18″x24″). And she wrote a poem about it. I’ve searched everywhere for where I put the poem and when I find it I’ll post it here for you all to see.
The Studio 