Abstract Landscape Painter.  Rural Dweller.  Lover of Modernist Art and Design.

21 October

The early morning sun, diffused through the thick mist, makes the trees outside the window look like an image from a sepia photograph.  The thin, mostly empty, branches weave together in an abstract, basket-like structure.

The leaves of the adjacent ash have faded to a pale yellow and I find their narrow, drying blades scattered over the vehicles beneath and gathering in a line below the window-wipers of the van.

In this period of Indian Summer, the winter wheat and spelt have germinated, filling the vast, undulating fields with neat, verdant lines.

We make the most of the warm afternoons, walking the dry footpaths which, as soon as the Autumn rains come, will be inaccessible until next Spring.

All text & images ©2018 Carol Saunderson

http://anartistinthelandscape.blogspot.co.uk/

Abstract Landscape Painter.  Rural Dweller.  Lover of Modernist Art and Design.

1 October

The air is keen and the sky pellucid.  A hemisphere of morning moon hangs high up against the intense blue backdrop, whilst directly below it, a crow, flying into the wind, appears stock-still – the white and the black.

On the fields, more crows - noisy flocks on the newly drilled earth.  The soil is so neat now that the roll has been over it, that it looks like the raked gravel of a zen garden.

I pause by the wood to listen and to look.  I feel the warmth of the sun on my shoulders and, as I stand, I hear the treetops beginning to move.  The sound grows louder as the gust of wind moves from the far side of the wood to the near.  As it passes over us it releases a shower of tea-coloured leaves, twisting and floating their way down to the grass below.

Autumn is truly in residence now.  The blackberries have gone from the hedgerows and morning frosts are just beginning.  The light is turning golden and the days are starting to close early.

All text & images ©2018 Carol Saunderson

http://anartistinthelandscape.blogspot.co.uk/