Can’t believe it’s nearly a week since the holiday. Had a good time in Dorset opposite Poole harbour with Nick and the lovely ladies. Hope you enjoyed the pictures. Since I got home the weather has been a bit of a mixture, (it was sunny all week on holiday.) Still managed to get a photo of a rainbow this evening so maybe a good sign for the £82 million on offer on the Euro millions tomorrow. I also got some ripening grapes, bamboo and a sunflower and a stumble which looks quite artistic.
Hope you’re well and will be back soon.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
9th Sept 2010
Been out for a brief walk tonight around the cemetery but it is getting colder so I tarried long enough only to take a few sunset pics and 1 weekend and 2 days and it's holiday time. I can’t wait for that to come around. The birds seem very awake this dusk and sing loudly as I pass. Maybe they are just trying to cheer for they know we are missing the brighter nights and wish to ease some of the pain. The world gives me a beautiful sunset and the trees hold out their boughs like limbs.
The temperature was 14oC with sunny spells weaving in and out of the blue-grey clouds. I looked at the clouds and you know it must be something to do with the curve of the world but the clouds furthest on the horizon lay the lowest. It created the most beautiful layered effect like scales upon the side of a salmon. These clouds are the veritable leviathans of the aether, which seems to me a good way to describe them. As I went around the cemetery it became sunnier despite the dulling skies and the Himalayan Balsam along the path edges lay pinkly resplendent in the light.
These very paths are now marked in gold walls as trees make ready for autumn, but I wait eagerly for my exuberant feet to once again tread them in spring. To stroll along the bluebell scented paths among the new-emerged leaves that holds the sunlight within emerald discs that shimmer overhead almost celestially. I shall feel again the message that floats down to me through tremoring, dripping branches of green sparkles.
I took lots of photos today and sat on the bench after the walk. Just to be there with the sun on my face and the birdsong ringing in my ears looking over a mottled sky falling down between green hills. There are not the words to convey it all. I wish you could have seen it with me.
Hope you enjoy Mike’s pictures below…he has a better eye for a good photo that me I think. I love the photo of the sunflower.
Been out for a brief walk tonight around the cemetery but it is getting colder so I tarried long enough only to take a few sunset pics and 1 weekend and 2 days and it's holiday time. I can’t wait for that to come around. The birds seem very awake this dusk and sing loudly as I pass. Maybe they are just trying to cheer for they know we are missing the brighter nights and wish to ease some of the pain. The world gives me a beautiful sunset and the trees hold out their boughs like limbs.
The temperature was 14oC with sunny spells weaving in and out of the blue-grey clouds. I looked at the clouds and you know it must be something to do with the curve of the world but the clouds furthest on the horizon lay the lowest. It created the most beautiful layered effect like scales upon the side of a salmon. These clouds are the veritable leviathans of the aether, which seems to me a good way to describe them. As I went around the cemetery it became sunnier despite the dulling skies and the Himalayan Balsam along the path edges lay pinkly resplendent in the light.
These very paths are now marked in gold walls as trees make ready for autumn, but I wait eagerly for my exuberant feet to once again tread them in spring. To stroll along the bluebell scented paths among the new-emerged leaves that holds the sunlight within emerald discs that shimmer overhead almost celestially. I shall feel again the message that floats down to me through tremoring, dripping branches of green sparkles.
I took lots of photos today and sat on the bench after the walk. Just to be there with the sun on my face and the birdsong ringing in my ears looking over a mottled sky falling down between green hills. There are not the words to convey it all. I wish you could have seen it with me.
Hope you enjoy Mike’s pictures below…he has a better eye for a good photo that me I think. I love the photo of the sunflower.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Fri 27th Aug 2010
The weather whilst not on the scale of the extreme weather we have seen around the globe lately is still pretty depressing. The wet, cool days continue apace and there is no immediate respite on the horizon. It has definitely been a summer of two halves. 2010 has been the most extreme year I can remember. Scandinavian wintry start, Mediterranean spring and a rainforest summer (without the heat.) What next – a New England autumn would be nice or an Indian summer (can I say that?)
The poor weather just adds to the dismay that once again the days are waning and each day end sooner into the embrace of night than I would wish it.
Mike’s mum passed away Thursday at 12.30pm – she was 87 and though last month was difficult for her, she had lived a long, healthy life. ‘God Bless Her,’ she was a remarkable woman; but so are all mothers I guess. She will be missed tremendously by everyone but especially Mike as they had a very close bond. She was a matriarch in all the best ways possible. The biggest smiles were always reserved for her family.
I’ve been taking some photos of mushrooms this week...both around and in the garden. It is a good year for funghi. Don’t remember them in such abundance or variety before. As far as I can tell none are edible although the deer seem to be eating quite a few...I love the picture of the mushrooms on a small hillock of moss.
Hope the weekend is good for you and for those lucky people who have been on holiday (you know who you are,) hope it was great.
The weather whilst not on the scale of the extreme weather we have seen around the globe lately is still pretty depressing. The wet, cool days continue apace and there is no immediate respite on the horizon. It has definitely been a summer of two halves. 2010 has been the most extreme year I can remember. Scandinavian wintry start, Mediterranean spring and a rainforest summer (without the heat.) What next – a New England autumn would be nice or an Indian summer (can I say that?)
The poor weather just adds to the dismay that once again the days are waning and each day end sooner into the embrace of night than I would wish it.
Mike’s mum passed away Thursday at 12.30pm – she was 87 and though last month was difficult for her, she had lived a long, healthy life. ‘God Bless Her,’ she was a remarkable woman; but so are all mothers I guess. She will be missed tremendously by everyone but especially Mike as they had a very close bond. She was a matriarch in all the best ways possible. The biggest smiles were always reserved for her family.
I’ve been taking some photos of mushrooms this week...both around and in the garden. It is a good year for funghi. Don’t remember them in such abundance or variety before. As far as I can tell none are edible although the deer seem to be eating quite a few...I love the picture of the mushrooms on a small hillock of moss.
Hope the weekend is good for you and for those lucky people who have been on holiday (you know who you are,) hope it was great.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Children of a different age were they all
Scions of greater trees that no longer grow
But it made them no less daughters of today.
Tending fragile blooms in oft stony ground
By force of will was each flower made to grow
When your work was completed, you knew
That you had left nothing for yourself
And when we looked away, you left
Like you lived all your life...for others
So now lie at peace weightless as a cloud
No burden now for the angels to carry
And they come today and gather you up
To take you into your tomorrow
Where a thousand comforting hands
Reach out to your reborn, perfect form
Be at peace mothers, be always loved and wait
Among all the mothers transmuted now to angels
They all sit down together and watch us weeping
But they know this to will pass till at last we shall
Meet again in a summer meadow warmed by memory
And the love you tenderly grew shall be repaid in full
Scions of greater trees that no longer grow
But it made them no less daughters of today.
Tending fragile blooms in oft stony ground
By force of will was each flower made to grow
When your work was completed, you knew
That you had left nothing for yourself
And when we looked away, you left
Like you lived all your life...for others
So now lie at peace weightless as a cloud
No burden now for the angels to carry
And they come today and gather you up
To take you into your tomorrow
Where a thousand comforting hands
Reach out to your reborn, perfect form
Be at peace mothers, be always loved and wait
Among all the mothers transmuted now to angels
They all sit down together and watch us weeping
But they know this to will pass till at last we shall
Meet again in a summer meadow warmed by memory
And the love you tenderly grew shall be repaid in full
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
‘And he painted matchstick men and matchstick cats and dogs’
– like with what his feet?
Even though Lowry painted industrial scenes it has never quite worked for me. I can see the depth in some of the paintings; but I don’t know, think it’s the simplistic people...and as we all know Lancashire people are anthing but.
See the top picture - like looking out the window now!
What do you think? Is it art or is it not?
– like with what his feet?
Even though Lowry painted industrial scenes it has never quite worked for me. I can see the depth in some of the paintings; but I don’t know, think it’s the simplistic people...and as we all know Lancashire people are anthing but.
See the top picture - like looking out the window now!
What do you think? Is it art or is it not?
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