Autumn on the hill by Hans van den Bos

Autumn on the hill The path, narrowed by ferns and brambles, meanders up the hill and reveals an ever changing view over the river, now partly covered by a blanket of mist On the other side, high above water and mist, a manor house is suspended, as if glued against the rocks. Behind a window, a woman slowly dresses herself, unaware of a viewer, following two little egrets. Early autumnal colours on trees and bushes and the overwhelming smell of fungus. Dead silence, only the call of a blackbird and the clicking of a robin echo through the wood. At the top, after turning the bend a warm southerly wind blows the first leaves off the trees. A village and river reappear slowly out of the mist. In the distance it is raining; on the hill the sun emerges. (Original title: 'Herfst op de heuvel' - From: 'Joyceance'  - 2012 )