The light, late on an August evening has a softer tone than
July and one that brings with it a sense of fullness.
Large swaths of marsh grass swaying and shimmering
like waves on the sea but with a warmth you can feel.
The scent of the peat bog rises on the breeze
where swallows drift and dart.
Soon twilght will envelope us and the spirits will dance...
Oil on wood panel 6 x 8.
Thoughts & comments always greatly appreciated.