I spent Saturday drawing plein air. Grete dropped me off at this picturesque spot outside of the village. There stands a gothic chapel built in 1486, as well as a stone cross overlooking the Bonnette river valley. Watercolors and ink were good mediums for trying to capture the sweeping valley and rolling hills. This was probably a spot where pilgrims on the Camino de Compestelo could rest, pray, and take in the gorgeous vista as I did.
The flowers are blooming like crazy right now. The abundant rain and intense sunlight makes for a rich carpet of plants. The inter-communal paths (between the villages) take me through forests, hay fields, cattle pastures, and wheat fields. I often stop to examine and sketch whatever catches my eye.
The dry stacked stone fences run along side. In the sun the limestone is speckled with lichen but becomes moss covered in the forest. I find looking down as intriguing as looking up at the horizon. I see tiny worlds of lichen, moss, mushrooms, and leaves. Nature’s compositions of color and texture far exceed my own imagination !