One of my most trusted sources of inspiration: a walk in the park. Today it was even more special with the golden light accompanying the end of a balmy autumn day.
The trees are getting old. After a recent storm a centuries-old beech almost fell apart and needed surgery.
Tree bark draws me ever closer, abstract painting on the small scale.
And then my eye catches the first of what soon becomes a series of related shapes, reminding me to pick up a favourite exercise from art school.
Mushroom in a tree trunk
And in the contrast of the evening sunlight…
…I suddenly see a face in the tree bark looking at me: