The blue hills,
Of North Dorset.
Short poem of my feelings of a frosty morning looking over to the North Dorset Hills .
Atmospheric baby blue light touched the landscape of earthy shades and consumed the hills,fields and hedgerows leaving a feathered frost.
Rough textured watercolour paper-Bockingford 200 lb acid free,watercolour paints fine art Holbein,large Chinese hake,sable haired brush,water,