| In Late Summer,
the rolling coastal hills of northern California turn golden, providing a comforting
backdrop to redwoods, oak, madrone and other indigenous trees and foliage. The days
are hot and the nights are cool. In
only a few months, rain will fall steadily for days on end and the sounds will be that of
swelling creeks. Then, the same hills will turn pale green, then bright green and then an
emerald green. But now in August and in September, the sun-drenched land smells
of hay and sage, lavender and horses. There is an eerie sort of silence that seems to
sweep across the hills, making one feel strange, alone and alive.
In this original oil, Jody pays tribute to
the golden land that has been home to her and her large family for almost 40 years. |
