doomsday_disco Report post Posted December 23, 2025 The Wissahickon is one of my favorite places in the world, and whenever we can, Ted and I lose ourselves in its winding paths. This painting calls to mind one of our favorite trails in autumn, when the leaves have begun to surrender to the earth and sunlight filters through ember, rust, and gold. The air is rich with the breath of living things, the green pulse of growth softened and deepened by the bitter sweetness of decay. Olga Wisinger-Florian Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
patina Report post Posted 1 hour ago (edited) Leaf mold! But a very soft, sweet leaf mold. Not crisp or merely decaying, there seems to be the start of new life here. This is hard because I think I have enough dirt, but this is soft, fresh and lovely. I'm almost getting an anise. Edited 1 hour ago by patina Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
