Driving south of Winnipeg the other day, the clouds were rolling in from the northwest, a dramatic charcoal, white, and steel wash of drama while the western sun lit the whole scene from behind me with the golden light of magic hour. It is late enough into autumn that the oranges and golds are seared into browns. The contrast between the land and sky was extraordinary. I just had to pull over and try to capture it.
It reminded me so strongly of something. Once I was driving I had to pull over again and do another search for which painting I was thinking of. I think I’d mashed Bruegel’s Return of the Herd together with The Dark Day.