Another morning walk along the river trail that threads through the woods. Noticing that stretches of the asphalt path are blanketed in maple seeds, fallen from the canopy high above. Thinking that without seasonal sweeping, the pavement would soon be re-absorbed into the earth without a trace. Craning my neck to try to identify which tall broadleaf bore the delicate pitcher shaped purple blossoms scattered in a wide semicircle. A misty morning, the distant traffic on the Route 30 bridge nearly invisible and inaudible.
Struck by the view of a canopied bowl of tree trunks and layers of spring foliage as I crested the railroad berm and entered the woods, the image stayed with me as I meandered down the trail, until I turned around and walked back to that spot to sit and take it in and draw this impression.
spring canopy, 11" x 8", 9B graphite and Derwent Inktense colored pencils