A November weekend unfolding in many tones of grey. Paynes grey mixed with tiniest splash of Ultramarine blue and an even tinier splash of pale yellow for a wash of sky. River reflecting that grey but darkened with burnt umber. Greys that are 5000 thousand years in this landscape; stones carried by many hands to make a monument of light. How did they know the course of the sun so well. A silvery grey the moment a mist descended. Crows cawing, the perfect sound accompaniment for the greying afternoon.
Happy new week with scents of fresh wet leaves and misty morning walks.