Today I started mixing colors for a small study of a single vine ripened tomato. The lack of a high gloss surface means I’ll have to take a good hard look at the transitions and reflections to really describe this subject. I’ll be throwing some paint around tomorrow.

In other news, today marks the sixth year anniversary of the day I bought this house. As I stood outside tonight with Frank, I was enchanted by the bright moon casting shadows of the frozen trees in the snow. Everything seemed to be moving as the wind continued to push across the forest, and all of the swaying lights and shadows seemed to come alive. This whole place breathes with life, from the deer that cautiously pick their way through the forest to the massive hawk that perched on the railing earlier this evening. All of them are like ghosts, fading into and out of the shadows like an intricate and mysterious dance.

Frank also celebrates his sixth birthday today, rolling on his back and grunting like an animal as I write this. While I shovelled the driveway this afternoon, he sat in the snow and watched me, and smiled.