The tree in bright sunlight, the hill behind in shadowy silhouette. Above an uncertain sky. This is Sharpenhoe. I sketched this in pencil before. From the top, the landscape below shifted under the changing light as it was patched by the passing shadows of the April clouds: white-washed buildings caught the sun and then disappeared in shade; fields of wheat shone bluey-green against dark woodland before turning grey; ploughed fields of chalky soil gleamed mauve and brown between scribbled lines of hedge; car windscreens winked from the roads, and the glow of budding deciduous trees contrasted with dark evergreens. Spring drama. |