The way sunlight comes up over the ridge and touches the tops of trees with a little warmth while leaving the lower reaches bathed in violet and blue is magical. That arbitrary line signifying vast geometries and unimaginable distance implies many ideas. My own smallness, the promise of warmth somewhere, the swiftness of change, and all this in the intimate setting of an ordinary roadside experience from my commute to the studio. It is worth stopping, choosing the path that might lead into more woods, more paintings. Details below. Enjoy.