Tag Archives: tide
It’s about colour, simply and wonderfully ignoring distractions, absorbing, like water aware of rising and falling, aware of the observer, seeing with different eyes.
Listen with the sea, curling over rocks, oyster, laid open with razor, and clusters of pink and bone white shells. Listen with the Gulls, see them swiftly rise and fall, hear their call of freedom over footprints. Sit upon a warming … Continue reading
4th February 2015 A bright winter sun, cut through with North wind chill. I sit with some discomfort below the wall made from rocks and stones. The tide is out. I feel it has taken you with it but I … Continue reading
Shhhhh………listen, said the sea. Can you hear the ghosts of war on the tide, carried back and forth from other times, other centuries. Rocks, soaked in sorrow, like tomb-stones littered on the shingle. Who will save our souls, cry the ghosts.