by Patrick | Apr 8, 2025 | acrylicpainting, art, art as language, BRotS, drawing, Environment, Lifestyle, painting, photography
In an earlier essay on here I wrote about ‘Following in Slaters Footsteps’ which may have been seen to imply I copy what he did. That would not be terribly creative would it? No, I follow his footsteps as he walked Seaford and the Cuckmere from where he lived, just up...
by Patrick | Mar 27, 2025 | art, BRotS, Environment, Lifestyle, painting, photography
How is it that eating a plate of corned beef hash can result in a gain of 2 pounds weight? Admittedly it was a large portion, cooked myself, with a few baked beans on the side, but it blew my weight loss out the window! So now I need to set about trying to walk it off...
by Patrick | Mar 16, 2025 | art as language, education, Environment, Garden, Lifestyle, painting, photography
Winter retreats. At the first opportunity I take my coffee into the garden to sit in the sun, watching the frost melt off the grass (almost as exciting as things get around here). I sit there not just soaking up sunshine but looking at the rich greens of the grass,...
by Patrick | Mar 4, 2025 | art, art as language, Design, education, Environment, Lifestyle, painting, photography, Remembrance
Readers of my 280+ blog posts will have followed my travails through cancer, spinal injuries, arthritis etc as I have worked with camera and paintbrush to respond to the beauty of our world. I have sought beauty even as England allows decay to rule in a wanton...
by Patrick | Feb 25, 2025 | art, Environment, Lifestyle, photography, Travel
The major port in my bit of Sussex used to be Pevensey. Here the Roman fort was almost on an Island – a clay promontory surrounded by sea that has silted to produce a protected fragile marshland wildlife area surrounding the remains of the Roman and Norman castles. In...
by Patrick | Feb 8, 2025 | art, Environment, Lifestyle, photography, wilderness
Wind rattles a piece of loose guttering against the bargeboard on which its mounted, irregularly and irritatingly. The trees at the bottom of the garden angrily tap their branches together as the wind buffets them. It’s not a full-on gale; it’s probably...
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