Back in Hackney this week, where the mercury dipped below zero this morning and the windows are streaked with fat droplets of condensation as they slide down the panes.
This was painted somewhere in the Karoo outside Laingsburg. Wonderfully hot and dry and vast and ancient, those scenes unfolding along the road.
It all seems more than a million miles away, though I painted this last Wednesday. In the car, heading home after a trip to the Baviaanskloof and little Karoo via the Breede River.
Oh, places of my heart.
