My first view that struck me was immediately upon leaving the cottage this morning. It was very early, the air still frosted and crisp, and I suddenly noticed the immensity of the roof of the tithe barn. Not officially within the garden, granted, but neighbouring. Rectuangular shaped, old hand made tiles ran along it's entirety, interjected with stripes of half-moon shaped tiles, the entire collection curving with the sinks and stretches of the structure, almost as if the barn was breathing. Within this was subtle variation in patch-worked browns. Dark, dirty swathes and lighter rusty-orange patches, as if sponged onto the entire surface of the roof, creating an ever-growing sense of depth and movement within this ancient building/barn. I then began to notice the harmonious balance of the white/grey dawning sky above this dark roof and below it the supporting light brown bricked wall.
The combination of colour, ratio, pattern, and texture, coming together in front of me in that moment, stopped me in my tracks and I simply stood and absorbed this sensation of visual delight. Here I found I had my first subject..