My mothers garden is a very exuberant space of controlled abandon, rampant in the summer with flowers and scents and textural in the winter with frozen shapes. Next door is a contrast to that, clipped yew hedges make somber and solid shapes in the winter landscape. I prefer my Mums style of garden but I do like the strong shapes of the clipped hedges next door.
The village church in Oakridge Lynch, dawn on a crisp December morning, the sun was just at the point of placing fire in any window that he could and pollarded trees stood like sentinals against the sky.
More London sketches, beautiful plane trees break the sky with their winter bony fingers and the Mall stretches out a perfect display of perspective.
Again, if you want to see these sketches in more detail please click on the image and it will get much bigger. 
This was painted in the bighting cold of an early morning on the footbridge beside Hungerford Bridge. I wanted to see the sun rise over the River Thames hear Big Ben strike the hour and see how the London Eye has changed the skyline. I also wanted to play at being Monet or Turner, not exactly the same view but close enough and this will be worked up into a painting when I get home. Click on the image to see a much bigger version.
