Sitting under a tree for 3 hours painting pen pictures


10:30

Ok lets make a start, sitting on my little canvas stool
my back against a spreading oak
Facing west, sun behind my shoulder
20 yards away to my left a lake,
carp rolling. Sun silvered scales flashing
mirrors in the light
Above my head young squirrels play tag
a deadly airborne game for you and I
warm suns rays filtering through the canopy of rich green leaves

11:00

A passing overhead cloud
the lake now a dark and sombre place
no sign of life there
The squirrels ceased their play some time ago
what do they know that I dont
OK into the rucksack for a cold beer
after all times not a problem

11:30

The suns moving round to my right
throwing strange shadows cast by the bush over there
shadows ever moving, fading and growing
shape changers with every passing cloud
Squirrels are back but no longer at play
Over on the lake a canada goose with 5 young
bundles of fluff
Time to get a photo or two

12:30

Well the suns out again, moved further round now
but over to my left dark ominous clouds are rolling in
The air is suddenly still, sultry, heady with the scent
of flowers
Silence now fills the air, the birds and animals gone to places
only known to them
A lightning bolt rends the grey black sky
its time for me to go
I never made the 3 hour target
but I tried