Sunday, November 14, 2010

On the beach today, then home to work.



On the beach, a fall of flowers. The unwanted gift from a casual lover? A funeral tribute? A curious sea spray of carnations? 
Back home, working through time marked by a line of falling sand.

 



And meanwhile the house stands against the wind, dreaming of summer, while birds flit through the garden and rosehips wait for the coming of redwings.




7 comments:

  1. Nice pix of your little cottage and Adam's jar in the garden. How intriguing about the carnations -- and teasing-- there must be a story to them. One can't help but wonder what it might be.

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  2. I wonder- any news of that little seal who you posted about a few posts ago? Is he/she OK? Did mother come get him/her? I can hear seal songs in the winds....

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  3. Very beautiful post. I love viewing your blog and seeing wee glimpses into your world, your art and your words.

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  4. Wonderful post. It makes everything appear dreamlike and magical. When I find little gifts like that by the sea, I like to imagine that they were coughed up by the deep ocean just for me!

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  5. It sounds like you are having a very good and poetic day with nature.

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  6. Your little cottage is beautiful, I love all your things!

    Like Valerianna, I too would like to hear news of the sorry little seal, how I hope he recovered?

    Jane x

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  7. I could sooooo nestle into your cozy studio to draw for the day.... Lovely.
    Beautiful art too by the way! :)
    Is that a little rabbit next to your hourglass?

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