caralockhartsmith

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October Fields 1

october fields 1

The fields have changed colour, from the ochre of the stubble to the rich dark chestnut of the Berwickshire ploughed-up earth and the bright green of the new sowings. On the edge of the hills there is that one small silhouette of a tree, that one sees from all angles in Coldstream, as it stands there like a sentinel looking down on the slopes of the hills, the spread of the farmland, the waters of River Tweed. The Tweed is often described as “the silvery Tweed” which suits it.  Like all water it changes with the sky; however, widening out as it approaches the North Sea, it often shines with a silvery sheen, like the many salmon that swim its waters. The river is just beyond the ploughed field, with the pale green field beyond on the opposite bank.

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October 27, 2014 - Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , ,

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