Next to the flowering meadow of wild grasses in all their variance, there is a large field of young wheat, glaucous, uniform in habit and in height, but tipped with spindrift by the gentle play of the wind. Again, in place of an actual space, I could see only brush marks on a flat surface,…
Next to the flowering meadow of wild grasses in all their variance, there is a large field of young wheat, glaucous, uniform in habit and in height, but tipped with spindrift by the gentle play of the wind. Again, in place of an actual space, I could see only brush marks on a flat surface, and the immaculate shading of Gary Thorne’s colouring pencils.
[…] by the ox-eye daisies, milky and glaucous in the thinning sunshine. Sometime later, we would visit the orderly blue of a wheat field and then an unexpected crop of blue-beaded flax. But it was our trip to the meadow at Knave’s […]
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