River and Swans
This is the Tweed outside the small fishing hut, where the water falls over the weir, so the smooth surface turns into this thick silver wave. I have been working on a meticulous project (having abandoned acrylics and canvas for a while) and now I just leave the work table for a taste of the cold afternoon air.
The sky is a delicate turquoise when the clouds clear.
I walked past the little temple that has warning signs that say it is a dangerous edifice
past the willows, and snowdrops growing amongst the river debris after the floods, then through the Lees where the swans are grazing
then home again, as the shadows deepen.
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