This standing pond in this ancient lowland heath is home to barren brown cows, tinder dry now with tired trees and brittle undergrowth. A cerulean sky is reflected in the water where dragon flies are swarming and laying their eggs. Nothing else moves and there is an air of watchful stillness. A Skylark (heard but never seen) sings a monotonous phrase somewhere above the heat haze.
graphite, watercolour, gum arabic, detritus