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August Swifts

 August Swifts

 

 
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August Swifts

Sitting almost buried in the dying dried grasses of high summer meadows, with the common hogweed bobbing all around me, I looked up at the sky and watched the effortless flight of a group of swifts overhead, thrown into stark contrast with the building clouds of a storm laden late summer sky.

I love this changing time of year: as the evenings begin to draw in and the temperatures fall, we begin to see the gradual colour change as the earth shakes off the mantle of summer to settle into the long dark of winter. The really challenging seasons are still ahead, and the memory of the summer just over remains in my sun browned skin.

August Swifts is a single block linocut pulled on a Victorian Albion press in an edition of 50.