The Charcoal Fields

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Yes, I have received word that you have been out strolling in the charcoal fields. 

You have been seeking something, it seems. Perhaps your car keys? Or maybe a mitten you mislaid? By chance a bag of your dog’s excrement? Did you tie it to a tree? Why did you tie it to a tree?

No reply.

Anyway, as you stroll be sure to admire the sky. It is a magnificent sky when you can see it. And when you can’t the cloud formations are quite something. Going slowly over, indifferent to you and your rota and how it is managed, they are the gargantuan beauties for free and no subscription. 

But let us be clear, the above view is of a field along sone woodland that I like, particularly in the early morning. But I don’t always make it at night because you have to walk past the pine trees at night and it makes me think of the Sword in the Stone, I think, when the wolves eyes appear in the darkness of the woods. 

Nights I usually spend in the bottom field at the end of the lane when I encounter views like the one below. 

I look back over towards the village and the lights of the village silhouette the trees in a marvellous way, but having got distracted attempting to spell silhouette, and auto correct couldn’t do it neither, I’ve lost my train of thought. 

Here is a hosta that I did in charcoal by getting it all black on the page and then rubbing it away with a rubber and blending it with a blender. 

There aren’t any of these about at the moment, on account of the conditions are not correct to produce them presently. But if you sit and wait patiently long enough at the pot at the side of our house, one will appear at some point. 

You’ll have time to get a new car key most likely, even to dispose of that excrement appropriately. 

Do your best. Your beat is always good enough.