Deep winter forest evening. I like getting out and hiking in the forest all year long. Every season has its beauty inherent in it. Winter is a time for resting the mind and body, for inner quiet. So I walk through the forest, stopping the sound of feet from time to time to listen to the perfect stillness of the air. The clouds are like thick woolen blankets, furthering the quiet. Suddenly, in the west, the gold of the sun peeps briefly through a thin gap in the edge of this blanket as I am turning to head home at the end of a short winter's day. Oil on reclaimed book cover.