Written musings on making art and the results. Life in the slow lane
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Seeing Seaford’s Sunset on the Sea Shore
Dad taught me to see, taught me to draw. He had an artistic side that rarely found any outlet. He did a little marquetry but enjoyed teaching me how to image a ship’s bow looming up, how to image a Spitfire wing growing realistically off a fuselage.
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The Outsider – A Perpetual Watcher.
I was brought up a ‘service brat’. When your father is in the services you move every three years or so. But you are not alone in this, all the kids in the married quarters around you have dads whose postings rarely coincide with yours. So you make friends, grow together for maybe eighteen months…
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Last Light at Days End
The sun shone amber and pink onto the cliffs, their colour reflected in a sea that was calm and blue. I stopped to talk to a violinist and painter from Minnesota about mastery of instruments in both art and music,
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Seaford Seashore Shingle Shovelled
Seaford’s seashore is a single shingle bank. Not a beach it seems but actually Seaford’s sea defence system. Some say this sea defence was made necessary by the extensions to Newhaven harbour, and the wakes of the larger vessels going in to the port which scoured away the previous sandy beach. Whatever the reason as…
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Seduced by the Seven Sisters Again
It was such a beautiful sunrise, and unusually for mid-November it was followed by a gloriously sunny day, almost Mediterranean. Now the leaves are gone from the trees I can see the headland easily from the house so after my morning porridge I took my camera for a walk
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Origin of the Unicorn?
The Unicorn was reputed in mythology to be cloven hoofed and horse like, both of which descriptions fit the Oryx (forgive me if I stick with the name Oryx rather than the guttural harshness of the Afrikaner Gemsbok).
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Poppies are not just for Remembrance
Our wearing a poppy honours these lines and in my mind at least signifies an acceptance of an obligation to the fallen for us, ourselves, to stand against tyranny. The poppy of the poem and of the British Legion still stands powerfully as a symbol of Remembrance, but the poppy is not just a symbol…
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Old town, new war
This post is about how I beat type 2 diabetes in a battle back to health. It is a new war we wage as obesity and unhealthy eating shortens our lives. If I can do it so can you
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Softly Susurrating Sands in the Sossusvlei
Like the views of the Seven Sisters, the giant sand dunes in the Namibian sand sea have been snapped by hundreds of amateur and professional photographers. The fascination with landscape and the scale of our selves against it are common factors in much of todays imagery.
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Seven Sisters
It was love at first sight. Seasoned traveller that I am, I was astonished to find the beauty of the Seven Sisters and Seaford Head on my doorstep. This is an anti-travel tale really, an introduction to the pleasures there are next door.
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