bloke moves to france with confused partner and two barking-mad terriers
Saturday, October 9, 2010
The back lane
My latest painting. The lane out the back. About an hour before sunset. Tricky capturing the light at that time of day because it doesn't last long. An hour earlier and the sun's too high and the shadows too short. An hour later and the lane's in shadow with the sun setting over the western horizon. I was extremely fortunate to have three evenings of glorious sunshine and no clouds. Took three sessions to bash it out. Amazing how quickly the sun descends. Never enough time to get it right. Really needs a bit more olive green in the trees to contrast with the sunlit leaves. Maybe I'll do that later today. Or maybe not.
Bohemian hermit recluse hiding in the mist-shrouded hills and backwoods of central France; went to art school in the mid-Sixties and never really left; masochistic supporter of Aldershotnil FC; fascinated by the mystery of disappearing odd socks; follically, cosmetically and vertically challenged but horizontally unchallenged, otherwise perfect (it says here); probably one of the luckiest geezers in the whole wide world.