Stevenson beach, by Dylan Walker. Wonderfully dramatic image for today.
The wind is rising on the sea,
The windy white foam-dancers leap;
And the sea moans uneasily,
And turns to sleep, and cannot sleep.
Ridge after rocky ridge uplifts,
Wild hands, and hammers at the land,
Scatters in liquid dust, and drifts
To death among the dusty sand.
On the horizon’s nearing line,
Where the sky rests, a visible wall,
Grey in the offing, I divine,
The sails that fly before the squall.
Before the squall (Arthur Symons)
Today’s photo is West Kilbride looking very Alpine, with Arran in the background. Taken by Peter Watkins (Ardrossan & Saltcoats Herald on Facebook).
‘the snow is melting’ by Kobayashi Issa
The snow is melting
and the village is flooded
Got this yesterday, to rediscover my inner artist and to help me unwind. And it seems to fit with this poem called Colour, by Christina Rossetti.
What is pink? a rose is pink
By a fountain’s brink.
What is red? a poppy’s red
In its barley bed.
What is blue? the sky is blue
Where the clouds float thro’.
What is white? a swan is white
Sailing in the light.
What is yellow? pears are yellow,
Rich and ripe and mellow.
What is green? the grass is green,
With small flowers between.
What is violet? clouds are violet
In the summer twilight.
What is orange? Why, an orange,
Just an orange!
Lovely picture from Facebook of Trinity College, University of Glasgow where I did my BD.
“Mellow sunset rays, warming heart and soul, warm hazy summer days doing nothing much at all…” (poetryjoy)
Photo of Ardrossan beach with Arran in the background taken by June Reid, a beautiful sunset after another lovely sunny day.
While on our way back from our wee break in the Lake District, no 1 daughter insisted on a detour to find this phone box:
It featured in the cult film Withnail and I (1987) staring Richard E Grant and Paul McGann. We tracked it down to Bampton Village.
Here is Katie calling her agent!
Today’s picture is Peter Ribbeck’s wonderful shot of Ardrossan harbour.
Becalmed upon the sea of Thought,
Still unattained the land it sought,
My mind, with loosely-hanging sails,
Lies waiting the auspicious gales.
On either side, behind, before,
The ocean stretches like a floor,–
A level floor of amethyst,
Crowned by a golden dome of mist.
Blow, breath of inspiration, blow!
Shake and uplift this golden glow!
And fill the canvas of the mind
With wafts of thy celestial wind.
Blow, breath of song! until I feel
The straining sail, the lifting keel,
The life of the awakening sea,
Its motion and its mystery!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (In the Harbour: Becalmed)
Back to the photos after a short hiatus. This amazing shot was taken last month by Ruairidh Macdonald (http://www.redkingphoto.com/) and it shows the North Uist Aurora.
Just – wow.
Returned home to Ayrshire this evening. Back to the land of dependable Broadband!
This picture is of Ardrossan South Beach, taken on Easter Sunday by Mark Wright on his mobile phone.
Loved the image (from Ardrossan & Saltcoats Herald on Facebook).
Today’s picture is of the other stuffed animal head in the living room of our holiday cottage. It looks like a rabbit but with antlers added… Why?
So I googled it ( as you do on holiday) and guess what? It is a thing – although not a real thing – called a Jackalope
No two sets of antlers look the same,
Though antlers are their claim to fame.
A jackalope’s antlers smell like candy corn,
And they have them from the moment they’re born.
Rachael Penfil (A Jackalope’s Antlers)