Our Daily Sykes #338 – Watching His Flock

Where the shadow caste by the green and gold trees on the beach reaches its end a shepherd, perhaps, sits in the shade while a small distance to his left side a flock rests.  Above the trees one sheep is drinking from the river for which Horace Sykes leaves no name.  It is so rare for Sykes to include figures or their things in his landscapes that we may wonder how he felt here about this lonely man.  [Click to Enlarge]

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