A day of frustration in the studio, of getting it wrong. So, a walk to Badgers Wood. Shadows ink the north edge of beech trees that mark the boundary. Embroidered moss tucks its feet in around their roots. Holding out a hand to the horizon I can rest the sun in my palm, mine for a moment in all the world. The shrike of sharp bird song, an old man and his dog with a few words on the weather at days end. A bumblebee forages on the slim pickings of gorse flowers as the sun sinks lower, cooling the air and the day exhales.
dominique cameron RSW 
Hope the walk banished the frustration – for now at least.
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Yes it did, a walk in the landscape always does the trick ! š
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Beautiful words and drawing š©¶
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Thank you š
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it never fails – nature calms the mind, and unwinds the body – love this drawing.
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Thanks Liza š
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