Trees reject renegotiation

Cold and wet today. Painting through the car windscreen. Limited palette of french ultramarine, yellow ochre and burn sienna. 

Trees no longer know they want

Desperately cold, in spite of the bright sunshine and blue sky. Neither ink nor paint dries properly at these temperatures.

Two women on horseback ride past, and wave, "Thank you very much!". Not sure what I did, so just say, "You're welcome".

Winter allotments

Up at the allotments. No one else here, even though it's warmer today, even a small bit of blue in the sky. Daffodils almost showing buds.

Sun doesn't last long. Return to winter greys.

Freezing trees

Temperatures struggle to get above freezing. Really shouldn't be out here drawing. Paint doesn't dry in this weather. Keeping to a minimal palette to reduce time spent choosing and mixing colours. French ultramarine, yellow ochre, burnt sienna.

In a cold wind

drawing fast in the cold wind... hands barely able to hold the pen... Brian, come here! Brian, don't do that! Brian, keep up with me!... Brian is a Jack Russell.

The quiet days

the colours and lights of the midwinter festivals turned off, the earth returns to hibernation... a weak white sun behind dull clouds... but the first blades of daffodils push through the autumn mulch

so cold, the paint was slow to dry... unexpected, unintended, wet-in-wet

Trees debate a motion about an amendment

Too cold to draw for long, even sitting in the car. Ivy-wrapped tree silhouetted against a yellow-white sky.