textures
today I saw one of the owls again, swooping and hovering over the tall grass in the meadow. it was an extremely windy day, and the owl seemed to revel in the wildness, allowing the wind to sweep it up high as it hunted.
not much colour but texture everywhere when the light is clear.
plough, plough and bracken,
hedgerow,
knobbly fig branches.
and textured Tilda.
I got all fifty two pots packed into the car today, a pretty tight squeeze, for the trip to Bath tomorrow.
