done or made by stealth; secret or clandestine: a surreptitious glance.


When I read the IF prompt this week, I immediately thought of this oil painting I did a couple of years ago in November.  Once the leaves all fall off the trees, its seems the world becomes bare and  silent, waiting for the first snow to fall, even the colour is drained from the earth.  I love this in-between, waiting season.  And silence….inner silence as well as outer.  With two small children, it is even more precious…


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