Walk One Hundred and Fifteen – Glorious evening
Wierd weather. All day we had a tropical downpour. Then at about four it started to clear, the sun came out and we had the most magnificent towering clouds, shades of blue, grey, purple, contrasting with the gold of wheat stubble fields. It was so beautiful, walking up to the bluebell wood, I just thought ‘Give up, take the camera with you in future’.
posted by Julie Oakley at Thursday, August 17, 2006
4 Comments:
Oh, Julie, the sketches and your description are so glorious!! I want to be there---immediately! There's nothing like England for incredible skyscapes. Well, Scotland and Ireland aren't too shabby, either. (I haven't been to Wales, but I assume the same is true there, since weather and drama are no respecters of nations.)
These came out so interesting with the ink lines in them! I love clouds, just one of the little gifts that can make a day! Your description of the colors are so clear, I can see it in my minds eye!
These clouds are beautiful.. I've never wanted to draw clouds before now, but you've inspired me.
Thanks for visiting my blog. Can I say, make the time for bookbinding. I've really enjoyed it, and those books I've just made more so than entirely new ones. I feel like I 'own' them more than any others, which makes journalling really easy.
I don't think photos would be nearly so memorable. I can remember so many of your sketches, and other people's, but very few photos from anywhere. I love all the lines in this one - very dramatic. We are still desparate for rain.
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