Saturday November 15

-The Celestial City -

Here, the roar of the ocean ‘champs ’ at the islands bit.
to unleash and let storm
here is all still and quiet.

There is low water at Bryher

I sit and draw the chanel down to St Agnes
like a welcome
Tresco is empty

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The cloud does not lift at twilight and i feel bored and hemmed in. Have I done this place?
What has it to offer that I don‘t already know ( arrogance)

Away Away Away




This time last year I was driving down through France to Venice.
Hot Red Venice
Golden
Imbued with light / dark

flesh and nylon

This is a place full of work, just to be here, my pennance.

My connection is with my romantic whim of nature and the landscape.

 

 

Pictures of Tresco
an alternate Tresco - my Tresco, (if such a thing)

Adios

This is the time of year, that November lull in the grey.
The recession before the levelling out.
Towards the floor of the year.
(spreads through winter)

(sounds like a B&Q advert)

 

 

Watching rays fall in the southerly air