The Heron’s Grace - Mixed Media
Photography and oil painting

The loving light unfolds,

As dawn crept in like a thief,

The mist begins to part,

While the heron waits in silence, ever-watchful,

As cows graze and take their fill.

The river meanders on,

Winding toward the sea;

I breathe in cool colours,

The crisp, fresh air, a sheer delight.

Charlbury morning

I count my blessings

At Cornbury Park.