Alison Craig : Field Notes from my Sketchbook

Along the road.

A narrow sheep-track through the field, overgrown with rushes. Pale grass seed heads blown by the wind towards the head of the valley.  A thorn bush collapsing onto the grass, the twigs covered with lichen. Waiting. 

The road is busy:  five cars pass in a couple of minutes.  I catch my foot in a bramble tendril growing out of the hedge.  

The river in the valley flows full, slate blue.  Above the road, hidden streams appear and disappear again. Two streams meet, wind blows, water runs. Single bubbles bob downhill.  Slate and leaves. Bare larch trees shake in the wind.  Ash buds as black as charcoal. Wet brown oak leaves, emerald green sphagnum moss.

Two dead telegraph poles. 

Images by Alison Craig