Out of the whim, I kind of made up "Winter Trees" to fit my mood on September 11th. As I listened to the somber classical music on the radio all day long, I imagined a snowy field bathed in the yellow orange and mauve light of the dusk. How about adding a row of bare winter trees, just silhouettes against the delicate colors of the sky? Throw in the moon rising along the horizon. The end of the day, the end of the season. A moody, wintry painting.