My double page has been hard to complete due to the poor light and my tired eyes. On Saturday I was busy with more jobs and left it a little late for my walk at quarter to four in the afternoon. The sun was really low and I realised it would be dark very soon. I felt a sense of urgency as I walked briskly along the banks of the tidal river. The sun was in my eyes and it was hard to see as the reflection in the water was very bright. The sun was a beautiful buttery yellow and the sky had long wisps of creamy coloured clouds. The sun was so low, it cast long thin shadows across the shore, mine was about ten feet long. When I turned around and had the sun behind me I could then search for things to draw. I found feathers but what a tatty selection of specimens they were, but all the better for drawing I thought. The seaweeds were equally worn and torn. It reminded me of when I was drawing the hedgerow objects, the way the leaves and plants all start to decay at this time of the year.
|Our bridge wrapped up like a parcel. It is a dark sky over the shore.|
The men worked through the nights on a bright floodlit station, to make sure we are safe crossing the lines. The little lights twinkle everywhere in the darkness as I glance around the dark dark estuary.
|painting the dock leaves|