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Rather than walk for hours looking for the perfect subject (?) I’d rather sit down and try to make a painting from a small corner of reality. Here, the small corner was a tiny patch of light half way up the distant hill and the contrast between this intense colour and the huge flat wall of pine trees in shadow. The ice on the Loch took all the movement away from their reflections and seemed to solidify the whole view. With no clouds to speak of, the only sound and movement came from a few coots pedalling around and once a pair of buzzards.
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