Wednesday, 5 March 2014

WOOBURN The rhythm of low hills




I never tire of this view
West toward the hills behind Wooburn
Out of M40 earshot
There is a rhythm made by the contours and the last crops
A footpath diagonal across I the slopes show white like a girdle


Looking back to when I last drew it on Christmas Day.

Looking forward to making into a piece of print making.

Christmas Day