Tuesday, 25 August 2015

A little change in the air.

A week of sunlit warmth for Summer to slowly begin to wave goodbye.
Golden patches of sun to be found later in the mornings. Walks with an occasional leaf falling quietly and slowly. Morning and evening surprises of Summer-sounding birds. Window still open, reaching for an extra cardigan in the evenings.

Some new prints from my on-line shop:

You make my branches grow.
Summer is shyly waving goodbye here, but is waving hello on the other side of the world. The cuckoo sings its arrival, meadows bloom and trees come into leaf. The ewe bleats after her lamb and the cow is lowing for her calf.

Star-gazing seat.
Light dims earlier and then starry skies. A low-hanging crescent moon, a sliver of gold nearly tipping the earth. Next weekend is a full moon. Lets sit on this comfy seat and watch for it.

St. Kevin and the Blackbird. (a Seamus Heaney poem)
St Kevin was known as a lover of nature. Legend has it that one day Kevin was praying with his arms outstretched in his cell in Glendalough. His cell was so small that his hands reached out the windows. As he was praying, a blackbird came and nestled in his open hand. The blackbird built a nest and laid her eggs. St. Kevin decided he wouldn't move his arms until the egg had hatched and the chick flown away. 

Friday, 14 August 2015

Julember, Augtober (July acting like September, August being like October).

The darkest nights produce the brightest stars. There is an area in South-western Ireland with skies so dark it has been designated a Dark-Sky Reserve. With the Atlantic Ocean on one side and miles away from any nearby towns on the other, there is very little light pollution. I think it would be wonderful to look up there on a clear night.

The moon on my painting table. I got to touch it (while peeling off masking fluid) ;)

A summer of cloudscapes, leaf rustling breezes and showers. July like September and August like October. A reminder that I live on an island in the north Atlantic Ocean.