Winterlands

Winterlands

“To dwellers in a wood almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature. At the passing of the breeze the fir-trees sob and moan no less distinctly than they rock; the holly whistles as it battles with itself; the ash hisses amid its quiverings; the spindle glows; the beech rustles while its flat boughs rise and fall. And winter, which modifies the note of such trees as shed their leaves, does not destroy its individuality”

Thomas Hardy - Under the Greenwood Tree

by Emma Rose
Indian Inks and acrylics on canvas
40cm x 55 cm
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Winterlands

“To dwellers in a wood almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature. At the passing of the breeze the fir-trees sob and moan no less distinctly than they rock; the holly whistles as it battles with itself; the ash hisses amid its quiverings; the spindle glows; the beech rustles while its flat boughs rise and fall. And winter, which modifies the note of such trees as shed their leaves, does not destroy its individuality”

Thomas Hardy - Under the Greenwood Tree

by Emma Rose
Indian Inks and acrylics on canvas
40cm x 55 cm
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Date:
Location:
Photographer: