Sky drawings.

Outside a flock of curlews in the field to the west of the studio. I look up what a flock of curlews is – a curfew, a salon or a skein. I like the idea of a salon, seems fitting from the studio doorway. Clouds building in the west, a bitter north wind. A buddleia and a foxglove have seeded under the threshold of the door. Drawing where I am, what I see today.