Brave souls face the Brighton Lanes.
Reading the paper.Reading the phone.
Bikes here, bikes there, bikes blooming everywhere!
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.
…for a book on the beach…
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.