It was one of those serendipitous moments - hanging out the washing I looked up at the sound of whistling, thinking it was the farmer working his dogs. Only to see a couple of Red Kite rising from the fields with lazy wing beats and forked tails twisting - pale red-brown marionettes in the morning sun ...
distant bells
red kite rising
into sunlight
Another of my occasional posts on ‘Artists Inspired by Nature’. I first came across Robert Bevan’s paintings while researching for my two semi-historical non-fictional short stories set in South East Cornwall. He is the Great Grandfather of Patrick Baty, historian of architectural paint and colour. Patrick gave credence to my thoughts on the historical origins of colour and it’s use in paints, central to my stories.
The Yellowhammer and his song has become embedded in our cultural memory and rural heritage. Immortalised by Beethoven and Enid Blyton.
First signs of Spring ...
winter sun—
lambs’ tails atremble
in the hedge
#haiku #Spring
a white dog in a red tartan coat
@MarcieDWessels Beautifully evocative Marcie. The ‘patchwork quilt’ has two meanings for me - describing the patterning of the fields even in winter but also takes me back to my childhood when I had a patchwork quilt and at bedtime I could hear the crows going to roost. Thanks for sharing.
Oh I so love this painting. Here’s a #haiku to go with it ...
following the crows the way home
Good Day!
As The Crow Flies By Jo Grundy
