Well it is challenging working in the dimly lit garret in Stockholm and I stupidly omitted to actually pack a palette and the cheapo brushes I brought justify the price…but it is jolly pretty out here in autumn. Glorious sky and golden leaves either clinging on to skeletons of trees or falling in patches on the ground.

With the pink church in the background I couldn’t resist the symbolism of three foreground trees just losing their final leaves and stretching the metaphor just a bit the black lampposts with their drooping clusters of spherical orbs look on seriously a little back from the middle tree.