Evening Comes Stealing

My favourite place to walk is a loop around the horse pasture, along the S. Saskatchewan River.  The evening was stealing in when I walked the other night; the coulees drawing the purple, green and blue shadows up over their knees like you or I would a quilt. The warm last rays of sun tipped everything orange, and even the shadows borrow an edge of that magic light, while the sagebrush goes defiantly turquoise…an exact compliment of the orange.   I don’t often wish I was an oil painter, but today I craved brilliant oil paint colours in order to fully express that glow.

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One thought on “Evening Comes Stealing

  1. Renee Dowling

    Your post is very poetic. I love the line,”The evening was stealing in when I walked the other night; the coulees drawing the purple, green and blue shadows up over their knees like you or I would a quilt.”

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