The pasture is moving along about as quickly as the Laurentian Ice Sheet that carved this landscape in real life. Having modified the land forms for the “last time,” I repainted them with my recycled house paint, sprinkled with sanded grout of the same colour.
In the depression that has today sprouted a well, in the cool of the copse and in the entrance to the barnyard, I darkened the soil with a little burnt umber. The stream received an initial coat of black, and the scene starts to become alive.
Pembroke:87 
Ah. So the depression spouted a well of hope, rather than despair, eh?