and here and there dull reds, these are the color MY GARDEN 

 tones. IN WINTER 



With what perfection of art the artist here 

 uses color! Soft, dull terra-cottas, deep sage 

 greens, with splashes of bronze where the light 

 burnishes the trees, tones that remind one of 

 the oboes in some symphony. 



What perfection of art in the slender shafts 

 of the silver-barked birches against the deep 

 tones of the conifers! What in color more 

 exquisite and delicately subtle than the pale, 

 bluish green of the juniper, or the gray lichen 

 on the rugged bark of old trees of this ever- 

 green, with here and there, where the outer 

 bark has parted, the smooth, dark red of the 

 inner bark! Here are "the tints of the snow, 

 the earth, and the rocks, made ethereal under 

 the somber half-light of a winter day." 



And what shall I say of the trees? The best 

 I can say is wholly inadequate, but of this 

 winter convinces me — we never really know 

 the trees until they have unrobed themselves 

 for their winter's sleep. Only then do we see 

 how beautiful they are in form, how splendid in 

 structure and design, and how graceful in poise. 

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