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Abstract ‘No strings attached!’

It’s a buoy!

Season’s Greetings

 

SEASON’S  GREETINGS  to all, and especially to regular viewers of this site.  I greatly appreciate your visits and hope you continue to enjoy what you find here.  I wish you good health, happiness and peace in our time.

A Winter’s Tale

 

Sunlight on the stream

 

The autumn sunlight highlighted the ripples on the shallow stream and shone through the clear water to illuminate the natural patterns beneath.

Abstract ‘Cascade’

 

 

Reed pattern (2)

Winter through the kitchen window (2)

Within the wider winter scenes presented in the previous post, there are vignettes of interest that encourage closer attention, further experimentation and alternative interpretation.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Winter through the kitchen window

Two days ago we woke to discover that the landscape had been transformed overnight.  Fields, trees and buildings were covered with a blanket of snow  –  the first of  the winter  –   creating  a hushed, fairyland scene.

The photographs were taken looking out through the kitchen window.

 

 

The snow on the patio furniture provides an indication of the depth of the snowfall.

 

Reed pattern

Abstract ‘Rush hour pollution’

Grassy bank beside the lagoon

Brancaster erosion

 

The beach at Brancaster has many ‘moods’.  At low tide all appears calm and peaceful but the speed with which the rising tide approaches can be extremely dangerous, leaving happy paddlers cut off from safety.  In stormy weather the boisterous and sometimes violent North Sea attacks the vulnerable stretches of the coast and there is a constant battle between land v sea.

 

Beach in October

 

Beach in October

Where land and level acres of sea merge
seamlessly, waves hypnotically lapping,
endlessly oozing over ridged flats
scattered with brittle quills,bleached shard,
skeleton shells, oceanic detritus.

Drifting awareness of keening gulls,salt on the tongue.
As life blurs into the vast movement
of an ever widening scene, this brief,
vital moment in time imprints
deeply into the palimpsest of the mind.

Margaret Gill