Just before December’s first snow.

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Painting study, oil on linen. A work in progress, capturing the timeless beauty of a dripping candle in an antique candle holder 🕯️

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November, often overshadowed by the charm of October and the magic of December, holds a quiet beauty of her own. Remnants of Autumn linger, while the anticipation of winter’s first snow begins to settle in. I’m looking forward to cozy nights by the fire and the subtle beauty of bare trees against the dusk sky 🤎

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Oil on linen | Mushroom study 🍄 A work in progress, capturing the fleeting beauty of a dying mushroom foraged from my backyard fairytale forest 🍂

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We’re halfway through October and I can't help but contemplate the finite nature of our existence. It's a peculiar, disquieting thought, isn't it? The realization that life's ephemeral quality means we're allotted only a limited number of Octobers. Perhaps just one more, or five, or possibly fifty..

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The haunting warmth of melancholic familiarity.

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Quiet walks in a loud world.

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At last, October has arrived 🍂🍁

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Happy Autumn 🍂

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Home. My sanctuary. It still feels like a dream 🍂

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