The prairie winds are blowing through the fields today, clearing the way for winter I imagine. Each season has its own charm to be sure. Autumn dances between summertime temperatures and winter's chill but the colours of autumn are hers alone.
In this image, colour is not what speaks about the season. Rather the wind, the dry grasses and wheat along with the few bullrushes reveal summer's leave and winter's coming.
Me? I'm going to stay in autumn for now. Winter will have her day.
The dry mutedness does symbolize autumn. This could almost be a pencil sketch.
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