Reflections of thin birch shiver in a dark pool. These woods are pitted with small circular coal scrapings from another age. A deers velvet antlers glow in the half light as a buzzard skews its presence. The wind picks up, veering to the east. Means cold. I startle a hare, it hurdles dead thistles, grass, away. First spots of rain.
dominique cameron RSW 
love this drawing, not sure why! Just so āthis time of yearā. May I ask what medium?
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Hi Liza, thanks so much. Yep a winter feel to the drawing which i made with ink on a scrap of paper. Just a thing to keep the landscape here in my head ! x
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