Morning

“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)

Oil on canvas

In the gentle morning light, silence floods the river’s bend and ducks are not yet awake; I could hear your voice…

The Lonely Shore

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…

A Certain Calmness

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.