I woke up early on Saturday to this beautiful view, the sun rising over to the east. I gazed out of the window just to enjoy the moment, as I watched the white line of the aeroplane moving across the sky, people travelling high above in the early morning light. A few birds are singing. I need more sleep so return to my warm cosy bed. I realise more and more that it is the simple pleasures, the moments which make life special.
I looked at the view out of the front of the house. 6 am and it is going to be a beautiful day.
|Saturday morning view of the estuary.|
|all my collection still in the bag from Wednesday|
Thoughts of that day drifted through my head. It was a really quiet day, low clouds as the tide crept into the estuary. It looked grey and green, one of those days where the sky just meets the grass and no view of the hills. The pale grey water slowly covered the wide expanse of sand, flat lines of water and sand as you looked out to sea. After the tide turned it left the tell tale wavy line on the green grass, which was two shades darker after being sea washed.
I felt like there was an invisible pull on me, a need to go and see what the sea had left behind. It was like the sea was whispering to me, Come on you know you want to, it is all here waiting for you.
|Quite shocked to see this huge chunk fallen, more erosion in the last week!|
The still silence of the shore, all wrapped in clouds which muffled the sounds. The birds flew, white against white, huge sea gulls soaring above. A train came into the station and seemed to abide by the rules of the quiet day, gentle brakes, soft banging of doors and then very slowly and silently stole away along the tracks.
I wandered along to the line of promised treasures and found a perfect feather, it looked like it might have just floated down from the sky. It was pristine and as I picked it up examined the colours and the round dot on the tip. A herring gull and another one to add to my collection, each one slightly different in size and shape.
|a close up of 13 beautiful feathers I have painted|
It was the many brown and white tiny striped feathers which really stole my heart. The smallest feathers from the Curlew, or perhaps young birds as they were all so tiny. I found so many and again in perfect condition, so clean and brand new, as if they had just floated in for me.
It seems that I never tire of the same objects. I have been planning some little drawings in my mind, the objects all look so well together. We found this tiny half eaten fish, an interesting little subject for me trying to capture it in inks.
My feathers are slowly drying, they always make me feel so inspired.
Meanwhile I have been busy working on my Lords and Ladies Zig Zag book, have been loving this project. Each year I see the glossy berries, they fascinate me and I just want to capture them. My book tells part of the life cycle, maybe I will add more next year.
I feel that I must cling on to the lovely warm days of sunshine, watch every evening sky as I see the autumn colours creep into every hedgerow, knowing it will not be long till it turns colder, grey days and the dark evenings .
My head is full of ideas and projects, beautiful objects surround me and I want to draw them, also to sew, to knit, to print and to use my hands and feel that sense of simple beauty in making. So I slow down, take the time to decide, listen to my heart. I have so many things I want to do and often it is hard to know what to do first.
It is in those moments when I feel happy to just sit quietly drawing or sewing and feel total contentment. I know then, that I will create something beautiful, something I really care about and I can share with you.
It takes me so long to put all this together, if it gives you pleasure I would love to hear, leave a comment as I do appreciate it and love to read them, thank you. Millyx