Monday, July 27, 2015

Scratching With a Sense of Fun


 Some weeks I wonder if there will be anything to scratch.
Then at The Artist Way meeting we talked
about a sense of fun....


....and I thought of squiggly shapes....


....and then I thought of Paul Klee.
A fun week.

Monday, July 20, 2015

Scratching an Uninspired Week


A difficult week


A great big blob of a week!
but now it is Monday again.
Let's start afresh!




Sunday, July 19, 2015

Steven Ashley's Day of Memory


I carry you with me in my heart
Wherever I go, you go
always
I carry you deep where memories lie
Memories rich in Love
Memories full of tears and laughter.

You have a beautiful little niece now, Steven.
They called her Ashley after you
Boy, would you adore her!

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

The Garden is Outdoing Itself this Year


Mother nature is making up for a winter
we all thought would never end.


An abundance of perfumed blooms


in every corner


of the garden


fills the senses with joy.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Mornings in July


Streamers of fog move up and down the dike


Our little fox friend waits at a safe distance as usual.



One morning a field became striped....


....and the next day it had turned to dots in the mist.


We spied a couple of crows scavenging
on the edge between dike and water.

Monday, July 13, 2015

A Hodgepodge of a Week


Feels messy and
strange colourwise now that I have photographed it!


Summer has arrived
and though the sun shines every day....


....our early morning walks
involve walking through cool sweeps of fog.


Beyond the cool air of fog banks
are strings of texture.


The ecru stitches on the left are created with the Oriental Stitch
and the ones on the right are the Vandyke Stitch
Just in case you are interested!


One day a whole bunch of us got together in Chester
to talk about our work....
....always so inspiring.
Let's hope I make less of a hodgepodge with next week's
scratchings!

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

A Red, Red Morning


A red, red sun rose in the East


I couldn't really capture it.
The straight, rigid column of the reflection surprised me.


Resting at low tide.
We have a lot of seafarers in these parts....


....and feathered water lovers too.