I always think of change during the fall—every day the landscape looks different. My husband and I feel the need not to miss it, as the colors can come and go very rapidly. We walk our paths at every opportunity. This year is a time of grief, as the property next to ours was sold to the county and they logged it off. Our beautiful paths look as if a bomb has gone off. The scene inspiring the painting above–Path 18—is no more. I know the trees will grow again but it will never look as it has looked and knowing this hurts.