Walk Two Hundred and Forty – Foggy day
After the bright light of yesterday, today we are enveloped in soft, damp mist. After drawing the cows, behind the Green Man pub, I walked up to Langley wood. If it wasn’t for this daily challenge, I would never have ventured out. However the flattened, softened, almost monochrome tree trunks were very beautiful – the only sounds were the occasional caw of a blackbird, the flap of a bird’s wings and the drip, drip of the wetness falling from the trees.
200mm x 125mm pencil on cartridge
posted by Julie Oakley at Thursday, December 21, 2006
5 Comments:
I was driving back through it yesterday and it wasn't until I got to your area that it started to perk up weather wise. mot nuch further north were hard hoar frosts which hadn't gone by the afternoon.
Nice misty moos!
Nothing like a little graphite to convey the mist. Nicely done.
Such a beautiful simple softness - I really love this one - we saw your dreadful weather on the news tonight and the two daughters of one of Ralph's collegues are stuck at Heathrow, trying to get home.
Fog is lovely to draw/paint but to me it's a kind of claustrophic experience, especially when in a car. Nice pic.
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I wish I had such beautiful vistas so near me that I could walk to them, of land and cows and forests. Seeing these pictures this morning is making me want to take a drive and just hang out somewhere quiet amonst cows and trees and fields. I wonder how far I'd have to drive--probably not that far.
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