Running in the slow lane
There’s no going back
To smooth shape- shifting sand
The ebb and flow
A Light- hung shore
There’s no going back
To the transient haze
The stillness of morning
Winter’s light
There’s no going back
The moment is gone
Captured by lens
The now became then
There’s no going back
Blank canvas to start
Broad stroke of the brush
Shape- shifting line
There’s no going back
There is in my mind
Start over again
Memories are mine.
When winter casts her mantle
And shrouds the weakest sun
Trees with filigreed branches
Silhouette the barest ground
A pinkish -grey envelopes
Cloud hangs thick beneath.
Lost in the hypnotic
Scented essence
A lengthened wick
Flickers high
Drift into the warmth
Comfort wraps
A soft spun glow
Tapers slow
Dream over thoughts
Softened and still
Night subdues day
Hopes return.
To cheer a dreary day.
I was drawn to this view – the perspective , the vanishing lines and the light.
A winding staircase
Tread
A darkened step
A sunken dish
Misshapen
Smooth and worn
By boots
Unseen
Light shards
That dance
Like arrows
Bowed
As dust motes
Spiral
In the miasmatic
Air
Ascendent climb
To lungs release
To drink the view
Held aloft
Rain percolates
Through the glass
Each drop
Like resin
Distilled
To trickle down
The pane
A fusion
Each bead
Embracing
Until
The obscured
Becomes clear
Once more
And all is
Obsidian
As night returns.
Having painted now over six weeks, I have worked on a series of pictures exploring local and not so local beaches. I have painted from photographs mostly, but now I can see a definite style emerging.
Acrylic allows for mistakes and change, and I am constantly lightening areas and repainting. Altogether I love seeeing how colours react to one another.
Keeping the brush stroke in a single movement defines the angle and layers the process.
Now I just want to explore more in this semi- abstract method. I’m hooked and it is changing how I view things. I’m constantly observing patches of colour, shapes and light.
My happy place!
Foam glistens
Iridescent,
Blown on the wind
Of salt spray
Shards of light
Play on the crests of the waves
Like moths to light
Dogs run
In and out
In free abandon
Chasing the tide
Catching the best of the day.
Summer
like flowers fades
Days shorten
Time ebbs
Like the retreat of the tide
Memories are snatched
with velocity
Desperate to eek out
Final afternoons
Impromptu walks
coffees drunk
In favourite cafes
With favourite friends
Wild swimming at any opportunity
Big skies
Open spaces
Dogs running free
The chance to be ourselves
Until…
We pack
Our lives neatly
Like clothes in cases
To begin again
In ordered fashion
Of timetable and routine.
Lamenting what was
Holding the memory
Of Summer.
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