Prompted by Osyth’s leafless trees- https://wordpress.com/read/post/feed/14545532/920764829 I have posted some shots from our January trip to France; the first time we have been here at this time of year.
We have to check out the river. It pulls us like a magnet. How high is the mountain melt water? where are the fishermen? the ducks?
Is it a ranting, raging torrent or gently swirling along? The street bins are down there not far from the most secret of the village boules pitches; and makes even the obligatory rubbish trip a pleasurable experience!
A misty/moisty morning. Yes, it’s a little bare and this kind of weather would keep me housebound and make me miserable in England but it was still so beautiful out there.
Some shots of the same view in the summer from my archive posts.
Note the gratuitous use of Trevor as a reference point. below right – reminds me of a series of paintings I did with peripheral figures in the frame.
Compare & contrast