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