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Today’s Postcard: Lane before noon, near Wisemans Bridge.
Chasing a hint of rabbit Watson Jones took off up a bank, over into the next field and paused. He’d forgotten something. Ah yes, his limp, front left, front left. I’m being unkind because he’s asleep now and can’t answer back. But he’s pretty much back to his old rumbumptious self as the woodland folks will attest. Sometimes he needs lifting onto one of his sofas.
The low winter sun changes the angles, the intensity and the colour with the shadows, and I love the rhythms of this lane. My wife tells me I paint too many lanes. She also told me that to be „driven around the bend“ is because asylums were built at the end of curved drives so no-one could see them from the main road. Her subtlety is elusive. Writers....
Paint: (on my Ritec Red homemade earth paint); one day I will begin with a different colour. Permanent Mauve for the initial sketch, banks and trees. Then let some of the ground colour do it’s job with soft Cadmium Green and Naples Yellow mix on top; Cobalt Blue and P.Mauve for the tree shadows on the lane; Kings Blue Pale mainly for the sky.
Brush: Sizes 2 and 4 (hog). Sizes 1 and 2 round (synthetic).
Hope you like the painting,
Watson Jones, cairn terrier, 3ish yrs old (ret’d from active service); DSM, mentioned in dispatches.
Eloise Williams: ace wife, quiet genius, purveyor of fine words and witticisms.
Tawny owls, barn owls: scuffling, arguing, hunting, playing cards at all hours.