In the Tennessee River Gorge


                     I painted this study  in early November, on one of those crisp blue-skied afternoons, right before the balmy weather and beautiful leaves left  for the winter months.  It was such a still afternoon; the reflections were so saturated in color across the little backwater. The Tennessee River is in the distance.  At this point it is surrounded by mountains and few manmade structures.  It feels almost like it did hundreds of years ago, except for the occasional bass fisherman....