It is quiet, dim, still down here. High above the tallest trees dance with the wind, touching each other. The days are cooling now, the numbing of fingertips. A buzzard skreeks through. Antlers of wood rest on the forest floor, broken and birdsong rings in the air, bells peeling, joining, falling rising together, inviting the day.
Mixed media on paper 150 x 52 cm
(Detail)
FANTASTIC!!!!
Thanks Chris! Really appreciated 🙂
That’s excellent Dominique I can just hear the classic song of the same title from Jethro Tull playing along to these words – Nice : )