November Blues

When the days are getting shorter and the fog is lying over trees, acres and houses the melancholy has arrived. All colors have vanished and different shades of grey have replaced the colorful trees. Depression is for once not a sickness, but the ordinary.

Only when snowflakes are dancing at the pitch black sky and overnight magically change the world into a winter wonderland the situation gets better. The next morning the sun is shining. Under the blue sky black trees in white snow stand in their silhouette waiting for spring...

In this state of mind I have painted "November"...