Saturday, December 17, 2016
There's a poem by Seamus Heaney called "Field of Vision," which ends
...you could see
Deeper into the country than you expected
And discovered that the field behind the hedge
Grew more distinctly strange as you kept standing
Focused and drawn in by what barred the way.
Oftentimes, I think as I look at these mountains from the top of the hill that the great space separates me like a hedge, and the mountains become strange. This image is an 8x10 pastel.