This is not Tuscany! But on a summer day…
Today is a cold rainy day in August. In fact, it could easily have been a day in November.
I was looking through my own pictures to match the light of Joaquín Sorolla’s wonderful paintings.
But I decided to deviate, with this summer image back in June 2015, where people were wearing overcoats.
Just like today 😀
The light on a Danish beach, Bellevue, 8. June, 2015.
After Bathing, date 1915. Spanish painter and university teacher, Joaquín Sorolla
The Fisherman, date 1904. Spanish painter and university teacher, Joaquín Sorolla
Time for a Bathe, Valencia, date 1909. Spanish painter and university teacher, Joaquín Sorolla
Valencian Fisherman, date 1895. Spanish painter and university teacher, Joaquín Sorolla
The weather has been changing a lot lately. April fulfills her reputation 😊
We went off to the sea, but before we left home we checked the chill factor – and put on an extra layer.
They sat there on the beach in a row, people. The sun was shining, but a strong, icy cold wind was coming from the north. I couldn’t help but thinking how the sea saw the row on the beach. As if a sea can see?
They sat wrapped in blankets. The blankets they should have been sitting on. But they stayed. Just a little bit more.
The sea was unfolding its ever-changing canvas, and they could miss something:
A lovely cloud, a sharply delineated ship on the horizon, the screaming seabirds or the patrol of the oystercatchers. The sound when a wave breaks on the reef, or a nice ripple on the seventh wave.
It’s not a goodbye, but see you later ❤
My small collection of beach photos illustrate the ever-changing canvas
Leave Nothing But Your Footprint ❤ Happy Walk
I’ve been out and about the last few days.
Beautiful imaginative clouds appear in the sky as stacked bubbles and waves.
The sky is blue and the air is clear. It’s enticing and irresistible.
Remember your packed lunch and leave only your footprints behind.
Happy walks ❤
“Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.
leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing
that turns to a star each night and climbs-
leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)
your own life, timid and standing high and growing,
so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.”
Sunset by Rainer Maria Rilke is a favourite poem of mine ✨✨✨
Fierce gusts made it difficult for me to keep my balance – on the ground 🤣
But some surfers had a tremendous play with waves.
Several were captured by the wind and hang for a moment what looked like 3 to 4 meters above the sea.
By the Sea by Emily Dickinson is one of my favourite poems:
… And he – he followed close behind;
I felt his silver heel
Upon my ankle, – then my shoes
Would overflow with pearl …
What a great day it was today. Lots of wind and whitecaps ❤