Black beauties

In search of blackberries, container in hand I follow the narrow path of a sheep track.The beaten path meandering,clearly defined as it hugged the hedgerow the dark berry beauties shone amongst the green. So quiet apart from the buzzing flies. The softest of afternoons.

In my picking, my hands gathering purple I reflect on the drawings made during the week…soft and black.

No one marked my silent going nor my laden return…

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