Walk Two Hundred and Fourteen – The church again
I walked up towards Nashe’s Farm and looked back at this view. Then on round past the listening station and down Woodcock Hill and home. I was lucky that after the lunchtime downpour the weather cleared for the entire walk. Then straight out to the playground with Xavier. He has a couple of warts on his finger – I’m not worried, I know they’ll eventually go of their own accord, but he makes me laugh as he insists on calling them his ‘warthogs’.
posted by Julie Oakley at Saturday, November 25, 2006
7 Comments:
This is spectactular! I love the colors and the interesting point of view. When the page appeared it was a thrill to see it!
Like Jana I love the colours, so glad you still have them, here once it starts to rain they fall very quickly. Say hi to Xaviers wart hogs for me.
AWESOME! I love the colors and especially the way you've used a loose wash and ink!! BEAUTIFUL!
Yes, beautiful - I especially like the big trees just behind the church - even they have such a lovely range of colours. I have a memory painting in my head about warts - my violin teacher used to pass them around all her students by pressing her fingers over ours onto the strings - I hated it - but the memory painting will be about Dad burning them off. Have you switched this blog to Beta?
When I looked back, I realised nature had made an interesting composition for me.
The leaves have lasted a much longer time than normal this year, but they're starting to go.
Alison, I played violin too. I also hated it but that was because I was at boarding school, was never made to practice and as a result never progressed very far - just made a horrible noise once a week.
Just gorgeous, Julie. Many of your posts make me want to crawl back into some picture book from childhood. The style is so wonderfully evocative. (And yes - the color here is perfect.)
Lovely sketch and gorgeous colours Julie. It's been great the way the leaves have lasted this year - they're all gone now on the tree outside my window though.................
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