Autumn Rain

While in the northern hemisphere, people are looking forward to spring, here we are rolling into autumn and it is my most favourite season. The lovely rain arrived after weeks and weeks of sunny weather that burnt the grass and while walking in the rain I could smell the wet fallen leaves on the brown looking lawn, reminded me of a poem written by D. H. Lawrence

“… Falling seeds of rain; the seed of heaven on my face falling – I hear again like echoes even that softly pace… The winds that tread out all the grain of tears, the store harvested in the sheaves of pain…”

Puddles from pools of water splashed as I stepped into them as in the childhood puddles I was so fond of and wondering where I would end up. Nowhere I guess, but just to wait and wait till winter to descend with cold wind and freezing sunny days drying my puddles out. I am so much older now to believe in the fairy tales and what a shame!

Though I still love the rain in autumn as I love you…

En Plein Air

Photo by Thai Peck
Photo by Thai Peck
Painting by Tom Roberts
Painting by Tom Roberts

A Sunday stroll at Mentone for inspiration perhaps. A famous beach on the bay in Melbourne that is not far from Chelsea where one can spot some scenes captured by Tom Roberts Australian artist in the 1800s. and many others such as Arthur Streeton, Charles Conder to name a few.

Painting by Tom Roberts
Painting by Tom Roberts
Photo by Thai Peck
Photo by Thai Peck

The Heidelberg School was an Australian art movement of the late 19th century. The movement has been described as Australian Impressionism. The artists who painted en plein air, sought to capture Australian life, the bush and the harsh sunlight that typifies the country. The works of these artists are notable, not only for their merits as compositions, but as part of Australia’s culture heritage.

Holiday in Mentone Charles Conder
Holiday in Mentone painting by Charles Conder

“… This day, the morning light lauds itself in blond and pink; the holiday beach, where shadows are alive and noises disembodied, swims in the empyrean, where light is what you breathe.

The seated woman dreams between Sirocco and Levant, where her life becomes a series of episodes with overtones, the world as quiet as a painting, where balance is always preserved against the moment. The moment is miracle, and that has come and gone. Now the sea, sun, the living return to what they were, into the real…”

Written by Philip Mead (after Charles Conder’s painting)

Photo by Thai Peck
Photo by Thai Peck
Photo by Thai Peck
Photo by Thai Peck