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A new year, same old snow – Acrylic and Ink in a Watercolour Moleskine
A guid New Year tae ain and a’. If you are suffering from lack of sleep, or worse, then wrap up warmly, get yourself outside and go for a walk among the trees. This scene was actually photographed a few days ago and Joe Tomlinson suggested it might make a good painting. Here it is Joe. When I photographed this it was very quiet. It was different today, the woods being packed with last night’s revellers doing penance – me included. It seems that the guid folk in Ratho had a good time celebrating the start of the new decade. I hope you all had an equally good time.
Winter Trees Royal Botanical Gardens Edinburgh – Ink and Watercolour in a Watercolour Moleskine
Been having a lot of fun making wee videos to test my “communication” skills (or lack of them) This scene is taken from my latest effort. It shows some of the trees in Edinburgh’s Royal Botanic Gardens. I like observing trees at this time of year since its a great time to gauge their shape without much foliage. The link to the video is:
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Autumn near Sarajevo with Bogumil necropolis from 13-14th century.
Bogumils were “heretic” pre-Ottoman-era Christians of Bosnia, also found in Bulgaria, Serbia, Croatia, and even southern France, but they were nowhere else as presistent as in Bosnia. Somehow they were resisting western Chatolic and eastern Ortodox influences and pressures by sustaining their beliefs – until, with Ottoman rule they dissapeared – according to some theories by massive conversion to Islam (?!). You can see their massive tombstones called “stećci” that were brought from far-away to usually very beautiful remote sites. This shows the same necropolis viewed from south-east (up) and north-west (down).
Muckle Oaks frae Little Chestnuts grow – Inktense/Acrylic in a small Watercolour Moleskine
A wee fun painting to illustrate the rivalry between different parts of Scotland as well as to highlight a botanical problem. There is a fair amount of “Good-natured” banter between various towns and cities in our country. Because, in the long-gone past, communities were cut off from each other due to our wild geography, differences in accent, traditions etc grew up all over the place and these differences continue to this day and manifest themselves in humour, insults and, sometimes downright “passion”. The best known rivalry is between Glasgow and Edinburgh but other places enjoy having a go at each other – my home town of Kirkcaldy always tries to put Dunfermline down, ( and vice-versa), small Borders communities, such as Kelso, Galasheils, Melrose and Jedburgh have fierce inter-rivalry especially when playing rugby against each other. Everyone, however, agrees on one thing. Folk belonging to the Fife mining town of Cowdenbeath are considered to be – well, dim! Its not true of course but when you get a reputation its hard to shift. A former Headteacher I worked for came from Cowdenbeath. He was a highly qualified man. Folks used to say, “Headteacher? Cowndenbeath? Surely a contradiction in terms?
In his brilliant wee poem, “The Auld Man O’ Benarty”, Gordon Menzies tells the tale of a giant terrorising parts of Fife and Kinross. The summit of Benarty Hill looks like a giant sleeping and the poem tells how “Big MacBryane” kills it. One of the verses reads:
“ Big MacBryane, he was a hero. He’d been yin a’ his life.
His faither was a poacher, sir and his mother a spay wife
And MacBryane himsel’ ran a ferry boat across the River Quiech
“Muckle Oaks, frae little Chestnuts grow” – as they say in Cowdenbeath.
(I cannot find an internet link to this poem but I can send a copy to anyone who wishing it. Its over 20 verses long so a bit large to include it here. You also might need a translation of various parts)
The small painting shows an oak sapling I’ve grown from seed. I planted it at the rear of our garden yesterday. No worries about it growing to its projected 60-70 feet. I’ll be long dead by then. People are encouraged to collect and sow seed from local, mature trees. Its one way of ensuring healthy specimens for future generations. If trees are grown from seed from large plants which have survived our wet climate then there is a good chance they will succeed as well. Lots of hardwoods, such as beech were planted a few decades ago, using seed and saplings from drier parts of Europe. Now, as these trees start to reach sizeable proportions, many experts fear the wrong type have been planted and they will ultimately succumb to our weather . Make this Autumn the time where you collect seed and grow your own trees for your grand/great grandchildren.
Autumn Trees – Acrylic & Ink in a Watercolour Moleskine
“Come said the wind to
the leaves one day,
Come o’re the meadows
and we will play.
Put on your dresses
scarlet and gold,
For summer is gone
and the days grow cold.”
- A Children’s Song of the 1880′s
All of a sudden the leaves are beginning to change and many are already carpeting the ground. It’s my favourite time of year as everything assumes a more peaceful mood. Long walks in the crisp air; the birds congregating before they migrate; squirrels gathering the winter store; no more having to cut the lawn; clean underwear ……..
Live Oak and Cedar trees. Wimberley, Texas. http://susanrudat.blogspot.com/