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