In the Dutch tradition, a landscape, the sharp evening glow of the last of the light against clouds made more ominous by the contrasting brightness of the sun. From a journey through the Cotswolds in England, where I now live. On the horizon, two wind turbines and some pylons are just about evident, picked out by the steely, momentary reveal of the sun from the brooding skies. 12”x16” plus frame size. Oil on Canvas.