Art | cmoorelife

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul

And sings the tune without the words

And never stops at all

Oh do be quiet Emily Dickinson we are trying to watch the massive cygnets.

…A brand new jersey, according to Perry Como, but that is a very different story, in a galaxy far far away from Bexhill on Sea.

De La Warr Pavilion

…for a book on the beach…

…for coffee and a crossword.

Coats. Boots. Balaclava. Brrr!

Three weeks older, white tipped wings stronger every day, the Queens Park cygnets may soon be on their way.

Sometimes it’s tricky to know when to stop working on a painting. In this one, less may have been more.Second time around, maybe it was about right.

Sunlight between showers.

…over the South East Lakes.

Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.

In full force.