Winter Walk

A woodland walk in winter, up through the glen, over the bridge at Horseshoe Falls and down along the riverbank where fallen trees block the flow creating new, deeper pools.

A male Great Tit calls as clear as a bell in the stillness of the wood reminding me of  Shelley’s inspired observation in his ‘Ode To The West Wind’: “If winter comes, can Spring be far behind?”.

“Winter Walk in the Woods”, mixed media in sketchbook, A5.

(The wee buddy walking on the path less trodden is my darling wife, Jacqueline, whom I often use in sketches for scale. This, however, may be a bit unhelpful to the unaccustomed observer since she is only five-foot-two :o)


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