Winter on the Harbour. The pace slows. Shadows lengthen. Rhythm and currents are more marked, layers exposed.
This is my favourite time to paint and write.
oil on paper
Oil on paper
Walking at sunset
Burnished reedbeds all aglow
Mellow light afterglow
Distant Downs fast receding
Dew is falling, sounds deepening
Seabreeze slackens to a mumble
Creatures settle, mutter, grumble
Bats are hunting in the hedgerow
Silent owl leaves a shadow
Homeward bound a distance travelled
Our day is done theirs to follow
Charcoal and pastel on paper