A misty, murky afternoon
rain sweeps across dim horizons.
Then, swooping over fields
And huddling in a line
flutter feathers on barbed wire.
We had hoped to walk but the rain closed in and we sat in the car for a while, watching these pretty birds, collectively known as a flight or a gulp. Not the best photo, but it was raining!
I caught a glimpse this morning,
Beside the pond, a heron
Long legged, long necked
Still grey beauty.
Then slow motion flapping flight,
Open wings carried him away,
Rising like a silent heavy aircraft
Circling the treetops he disappeared.
Photo from Wikipedia (Not mine …. it was only a glimpse!)
On a Sunday with rain forecast, what better place to go than what I sometimes think of as our miniature version of the V and A in Bournemouth. The Russell Cotes Museum had an interesting looking exhibition advertised and a new menu in the cafe. So we decided to take a look. We had forgotten we would have to pay to view inside during the season, but the views outside were still free!
The textiles in the exhibition didn’t grab me much but I enjoyed the amazing mosaics by Cleo Mussi – great inspiration for collage work.
The permanent features of the building include some wonderful stained glass, old and new. I wonder how I could capture these in fabrics?
The cafe menu lived up to expectations, and once outside again the views across the bay of approaching rain clouds were glorious.We stood for a while in warm sunshine enjoying the sounds of the waves, and then headed home before the downpour.
We have had some beautiful warm days this week, with the special colours of late summer emerging and maturing. Driving across the Dorset heathland near where I live I took time to stop and walk for a few minutes to enjoy the combinations of yellow gorse and purple heather under a blue sky. I walked along the chalky track with no one else to be seen, bird song and the breeze in the grass were the only sounds.
Back home it was time to play with some scraps of fabric in similar colours…. Collaged and stitched into an imaginary heathland but one which reminds me of my walk in the sun the other day.