A Trip to the Pumpkin Farm
“Off to the sides, around Salinas and Blanco and Castroville and Moss Landing, the marshes are still there. And when one day those mashes are drained off, that will be the richest of all the land in the red world.”
East of Eden, John Steinbeck
Inspiration
In the long shadows of early fall I sought refuge. I found ochre and moss mingled with tangerine and fawn. Rust and chartreuse flaunted their charm. A stroke of tawny gold, splashed. Vivid and intense, the last dance of indulgent color before the cavern of winter envelops.