We know it is coming... The cold November skies carry a chill, almost spooky in the gloom. These chilling words from Gordon Lightfoot set the tone: The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed When the gales of November came early Poet John Freeman's take is less a premonition, and more an admiration:
November Skies will be our class inspiration this week. Below are 2 paintings (artist unknown for the first one) and a photo depicting November Skies. Classes Monday from 1-3:30 pm, Wednesday from 7-9:30. $20 all inclusive. |
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