Abstract Landscape Painter. Rural Dweller. Lover of Modernist Art and Design.
The wind is sending the clouds scudding across the sky as we take the footpath across a newly planted field and uphill towards the wood. We travel carefully along the narrow ribbon between the tiny green shoots until the path disappears though an archway in a high hedge, frothing with may blossom.
Once on the other side, Millie pulls on the lead towards the field ahead of us and stands up on her back legs like a meerkat, emitting a whine of excitement. What has she seen? There seems to be only brown earth, until.....something moves on the skyline. I drop down and squat on my haunches in order to put the object directly into my eyeline. There is only the sound of the wind and the low-toned handclap of rooks leaving the boughs of a nearby oak tree.
In this open landscape, on this bright morning, there seems to be only we three creatures on the earth - Millie, me, and the running hare.
All text & images ©2018 Carol Saunderson