Winter in L.A.

With the threat of drought perhaps abated, or at least momentarily muffled, I enjoyed the winter radience today as I seldom realize, strolling about central West Adams, calling on clients, neighbors.

I thought of those English painters obsessed with atmospherics, mist, haze, and crystal clarity, repulsed by prettified landscapes, Constable and Turner.

Here's one example of William Turner at his shimmering, tranquil best, light and color as more than mere pictorial elements. Mood matters.