'O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained with the blood of the grape,
pass not, but sit beneath my shady roof; there thou mayest rest and tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
and all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers'
– William Blake
Last night we coincided our walk to catch the gorgeous huge moon as it rose up above the hill.
As darkness came quickly I spied this cow, she had walked alone, on ahead of the herd and was just stood beneath the moon. I'm sure she looked up.The light was a little dim at this point for my camera, so I've adjusted the exposure. In doing this I have revealed what looks like an orb of light. I know there is much debate to what orbs of light are, but I like to think that there could possibly have been a spirit or unknown presence there as it was an incredibly peaceful special moment. Who knows?
In the shed I've been cutting out wood and trying to use all the scraps up. There are rather a lot of scraps, so there will be pendants on the way among other things...
The first batch are moons that seem as if they have been brought to life from my last painting.
Little 'moonlits' :)