Purple woods

Last week I was walking Dexter in the woods and I suddenly realised that everything around me was a shade of purple. The deepest purples were in  the tangle of brambles which for-grounded the pale purple grey of the trunks of hornbeam whose leafless tops dissolved at their edges with the bright gold of the late afternoon sun shining against a hazy grey blue sky. It was just like a ready made painting,  naturally unnatural.