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

15 January

A wet and windy start to the day. Grey, grey...grey, grey, grey.

However, it still feels energising to be outside.  The wind blows the fine rain into our faces as we walk in open countryside.  On the right-hand side of the path, a covey of partridges is feeding.  Our arrival disturbs them and they set off running, like the Keystone Cops, along the curving face of the vast field and down, down, to the wooded area below.

In the afternoon, I glance out of the studio window and see the kestrel hovering above the field, flying into the oncoming wind.  The sun plays “Now you see me, now you don’t”, to great effect - one minute throwing a golden spotlight onto the trees, the next hiding behind layers of heavy cloud.

All text & images ©2018 Carol Saunderson

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