Fall Colors 030619-1
I love the mystery fog represents. Standing in a small clearing I noticed the trees towered over me, except the branches decorated in fall colors. The opening at the far end of the clearing was draped in fog, leaving me to wonder if the meadow continued or ended. At times Parkinson's symptoms are like this painting. Some days your thoughts are clear, but at times I feel as though I'm in a fog, thoughts scattered.