Fall in Germany

This is my third and sadly, my last fall in Deutschland. Growing up in Texas I never had the experience of fall and the changing of the leaves. It seemed like winter was summer's subsitute just so summer could recoop and come back playing even better than before. The first time I saw the mixture of autumn colors in Germany, I became alive with a creative energy that I couldn't sleep through.

There is also something about the crispness of the autumn air that energizes me. Taking the dogs for a walk in the forest, crunching leaves with my boots after a day of painting with my studio windows open-priceless!~ John says Asheville will offer the same experiences. I just hope I can learn the language there...