These are the last days of the residency. Winter has arrived and the weather will change the paint on the artist's palette. When I first arrived in November there was such a delicacy to the color of a silver field against cerulean blue sky, a softness in the late afternoon breeze. Winter is the season that test the mettle of those who call Big Sur home. The creeks swell and spew rock. trees fall and sea cliffs reconfigure. Still, this is the most beautiful place on earth.
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