All The Seasons

There’s a lack of silver birch trees in these parts. They lend themselves to painting, just look at Russian art, apparently you can’t step outside the dacha without smacking your nose into one. Their white bark stands out nicely against the green and the shadow of woodland. At Warren Glen in Hastings Country park however, where the ponies and Galloway cattle hang out, at the bottom by directional bollard 21, are a few decidedly pale trees. No idea if they’re birch trees or what but they’re making some aesthetic effort so I’ve photographed and painted them many times, in all three of our seasons in fact, spring, autumn and winter.