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| Alder Trees in February, oil on canvas |
February just started but it feels like spring when I walk familiar paths. There are snowdrops and leaves of bluebells emerging from the debris and the birds sound loud and excited. Strong wind prevented me from painting out in the open, I had to seek shelter among alder trees in Blindwell Wood, small patch of woodland near my village. The sun was strong, even blinding, bouncing of hundred of tiny branches and I had to squint a lot to decipher the mishmash of shapes and values.
