Today it’s a typical November day in Upstate NY. Cold, overcast and raining. I didn’t take one picture outside of my Studio.
But yesterday morning the light was like I’ve never seen it before. When I went to muck out the pole barn I saw the little tufts of wool stuck on the railing where the sheep scratch themselves.
Those squiggly lines of wool were glowing in the sunlight, creating tiny, abstract, three-dimensional drawings, radiating light.