Hanging Out

Here I am in the screen room of the bunk house - up on a ridge overlooking a meadow - a flood plain where often there are cows grazing - It is difficult to know exactly why I am so attracted to this motif - the contrast of the green meadow to the orange leaves? The trees down the hill the overgrown - undergrowth - the next ridge - grey and orange - the clothes line with underpinnings coldly drying.

Oak Trees

These trees - this light - the light moving - the great shadows of the branches - the moment so vivid I am sure it will never end - I am sure I will be able to get it *all at once* But I am anxious; I can only do so much in one day - the next day I start working at a different time - earlier - later - the trees go the way of the season and I follow -

I feed the donkeys hay in the same spot - temp them to stay longer with apples - sometime it works - The turnip patch - the shadow of the house - each small leaf following the light the circular boughs - charming.