My jacket, once a rich dark blue has faded over the years. I wore it last spring when I had to take down a large dead tree by the lake. By noon the day had warmed to the point that I took off the jacket, leaving it behind when I went for lunch. Upon my return, the light had changed in such a pleasing way that I could envision my unplanned arrangements of items in painted form. Several studies were made before disturbing the composition and finally complete the work of the log's disposal. The nuthatch provided a single spark of life and movement in contrast to all the objects in repose.