Marie Bracquemond (December 1, 1840 – January 17, 1916) was a French Impressionist artist, who was described retrospectively by Henri Focillon in 1928 as one of “les trois grandes dames” of Impressionism alongside Berthe Morisot and Mary Cassatt. Her frequent omission from books on women artists is sometimes attributed to the efforts of her husband, Félix Bracquemond. Félix respected his wife’s talents as an artist but disagreed fervently with her adaptation of Impressionist techniques, in particular her use of color.
I have someone’s cold, wet Fall weather. It put a damper on my plans for the weekend but it’s OK since there is plenty of college football on the screen and some inside chores to keep me busy since I can’t get outside. I think it’s a bit of a comfort food night as well but everything tastes like medicine. At least that bit has my cold on its heels. I’d give almost anything for a decent night’s sleep right now.
The rain and the cold chills to the bone. I get shivers up and down my spine when the breeze picks up. The rain has been attacking the leaves in my maple tree slowly picking them off one by one. The limbs are slowly matching my crab apple with its bare branches swaying in the wind empty for the most part save a solitary leaf found every now and then. Peak time for leaves has definitely passed leaving a cold and grey autumn in its wake.