a note about atmosphere
To transmit the feel of twilight or the smell of ploughed soil is a tall order.
Corot managed it more than most.
Its not in study or science, it is a felt thing.
As a young man I worked the land, not realising at the time the worth of this experience. The beauty of twilight joined to my own tiredness at the days end never leaves me.
John Stewart Collis in his remarkable book 'The Worm forgives the Plough' also records what he remembers as the unique joy of resting after work.
This small landscape has been worked on as an aside for a month or so. Its partner was destroyed yesterday as unsatisfactory, but this one whispers to me.