I grew up just down the street from Oakbourne Park in West Chester, and when I visit my childhood home for holidays and summer vacations, I always walk down to see the pond. This Thanksgiving I decided it was time to paint it. I spent two perfectly crisp autumn days at work. By the end of the first day, with the main elements blocked in, I knew that a few hours after sunrise was the perfect time to depict, the trees casting striped shadows across the frosted glowing grass. I woke up very early on the second day, got down to the pond and mixed a palette just as the sun began to blaze through the trees. With so many memories made growing up at this simple pond, I'm glad to have added one so unambiguously ethical and civically virtuous.