"Ripple Through The Meadow"
I actually finished this one last night but decided to put it aside for a bit. But, on reflection decided it was as good as I could get it without becoming to tight and pernickety.
Looking at it again first thing I'm glad I had left it as it was, the title came as I was transported back to the day I captured the image. It's a little meadow on the Springside end of the country walk cut off from the rest of the fields by a wee burn that sweeps round in a semi-circle. The farmer leaves it and takes hay from it, on this particular day there was a slight breeze rippling through the grasses changing it's colour. It's these little moments I try to capture when I paint an impression of what I saw and felt.