Limber K Howell 2011 Pastel on Paper 14 cm x 21 cm |
Mornings have been foggy. Very atmospheric. Quite conducive to contemplating the yogic exercises of trees.
I love the rich reduction of autumn. A new clarity in the bare trees. Crisp line and hanging mist. The sharp smell and cold air preparing the way for winter.
Don Paterson, in his Book of Shadows, says:
The trees in winter, those exact diagrams of all our dead yearnings.
It's a terrible thing to be distracted from work by an aphorism.
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