“… One of those days we went out for our early morning walk even before breakfast and found the rose sky that reflected on the river as we stood on the pier. How perfect this gentle atmosphere that surrounded us…”
As I stood by a hill that almost touched the sky, I thought I saw “ten thousands” poppies, scarlet red dancing in the breeze. By the time I finished this painting, there were but few.
Happy winter/summer solstice!
“O gentle vision in the dawn:
My spirit over faint cool water glides,
Child of the day,
To thee; and though art drawn
By kindred impulse over silver tides
The dreamy way to me.”
(Harold Monro 1879-1932)
In the gentle morning light, silence floods the river’s bend and ducks are not yet awake; I could hear your voice…
Again on the beach today when the sun appeared only briefly. Alone as always I thought of painting, the little sand dune looked inviting but the clouds that also inspired me, and I loved clouds! The day was cold and the beach looked deserted, I imagined that I was the only one standing on this shore until the seagulls landed searching for tasty morsels among the pearly shards. On this lonely margin of the sea I thought of you…
Wild iris found by a lake, fair among the fairest. Is it spring or is it autumn? Whatever, the thought of love inspired a fancy and I painted this watercolour today as an offer to my beloved.
My few snapshots to share the simple joy.
How calm and beautiful the beach was this morning in May. There might be a felicity in the world that is far superior to this, but I was glad to live by this gentle shore. For my daily walk where I found my soul gladly connecting with the world I travelled thus with you.