Abstract Landscape Painter. Rural Dweller. Lover of Modernist Art and Design.
In the last hour before the sun sets, we take a walk around the footpaths of the old airfield. It’s a brilliant afternoon, with what little breeze there is, coming from the east. This makes the air chill, and predictions for the week ahead are for daytime temperatures in low single figures. When the weather comes from this direction, we bear the brunt. Autumn has, however, been very mild up until now, so a few frosts would be entirely normal.
The sun slips down below the tops of the trees ahead. It casts giant shadows over the field as we approach, and appears like a golden lantern playing hide-and-seek, as we walk through the wood.
The gleaming circle sinks further down behind the bare hedges, finally disappearing below the horizon just as we reach home. The temperature is dropping rapidly now. In the leafless apple trees of the garden, the bird feeders that were so busy earlier, hang devoid of occupants.
Within forty-five minutes a waxing, gibbous moon hangs in the inky blue sky, peering in at the front windows of the cottage. Time to put the kettle on and light the fire.
It has been a very busy few months; especially these last weeks. From now on until Christmas, I will work more steadily, preparing new projects and developing ideas.
All text & images ©2018 Carol Saunderson