Walk Thirty-one – Buttercups and long shadows
After yesterday’s depressing picture, a beautiful sunlit evening and a walk through real countryside. As I returned back to the village, I could hear the sound of church bells which, together with the picture postcard church tower, evoked (if you half closed your eyes to shut out the less attractive parts of the village) the kind of England you see in TV dramas like ‘Midsomer Murders’.
posted by Julie Oakley at Thursday, May 25, 2006
7 Comments:
Lovely, Julie. I'm enjoying this blog so much and I've finally managed to get a Bloglines subscription to it to work!
I'm glad that I managed - not quite sure how - to sort it this end!
You are just so dedicated. I love your drawings. Great stuff!
This make me feel like being a cow and wallowing in all that lovely green and yellow but maybe being a cow in England isn't too wonderful.
Shelly, dedication? It's just an excuse to get out of the house!
Alison - I know, when you're somewhere dry, you really get a craving for wet lushness. BTW cows in Engalnd seem to have been sane now for about 3 years.
So how many murders in your village this year? Seems a bit of an inane comment coming after just commenting on that young man's murder (I'm on a Saturday morning catch-up with all my blog reading!)
However if there was ever a series that made you have to suspend your disbelief if was MM!
I do like your watercolour sketches. This one looks like it would bear repeating somehwta bigger.
What a great (and ambitious) discipline!
Love the concept, have no idea how I could do it during the work week but I just may try.
(I do photos rather than draw/paint for the most part, so ambient light has a lot to do with catching things to share.)
Love this painting, BTW. So fresh and graceful! Found you through -- er, darn, can't recall who. Am sure it will come to me.
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