Beneath the Olive Trees

A warm afternoon in Provence, dappled light filtered through the leaves of ancient twisted olive trees. The table with a few things left there for supper in the evening. Its the kind of afternoon when all there is to actually do is to feel the sun on your limbs, see the flickering light through closed eyelids, hear the constant song of the cicadas and relax!
Broken brush marks and concentrating on colours in the shadows help to convey the sense of flickering, light, heat and sound.